Perhaps thou gav'st me, though unseen, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss.

The parson knows enough who knows a Duke.

Vice stings us even in our pleasures, but virtue consoles us even in our pains.

God made the country, and man made the town.

I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.

Built God a church and laughed His word to scorn.