He that runs may read.

No man can be a patriot on an empty stomach.

All truth is precious, if not all divine; and what dilates the powers must needs refine.

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

How much a dunce that has been sent to roam, excels a dunce that has been kept at home.

Accomplishments have taken virtue's place, and wisdom falls before exterior grace.

Strange as it may seem, the most ludicrous lines I ever wrote have been written in the saddest mood.