We sacrifice to dress till household joys and comforts cease. Dress drains our cellar dry, and keeps our larder lean.

A fretful temper will divide the closest knot that may be tied, by ceaseless sharp corrosion; a temper passionate and fierce may suddenly your joys disperse at one immense explosion.

The kindest and the happiest pair Will find occasion to forbear; And something, every day they live, To pity, and perhaps forgive.

O, popular applause! what heart of man is proof against thy sweet, seducing charms?

Strength may wield the ponderous spade, May turn the clod, and wheel the compost home; But elegance, chief grace the garden shows, And most attractive, is the fair result Of thought, the creature of a polished mind.

God made the country, and man made the town.

Habits are soon assumed; but when we strive to strip them off, 'tis being flayed alive.