As if the world and they were hand and glove.

But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and ease.

Not to understand a treasure's worth till time has stole away the slighted good, is cause of half the poverty we feel, and makes the world the wilderness it is.

It is a terrible thought, that nothing is ever forgotten; that not an oath is ever uttered that does not continue to vibrate through all times, in the wide spreading current of sound; that not a prayer is lisped, that its record is not to be found st

To follow foolish precedents, and wink With both our eyes, is easier than to think.

O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.

War's a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.