The cares of today are seldom those of tomorrow, and when we lie down at night we may safely say to most of our troubles, "Ye have done your worst, and we shall see you no more."

'Tis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume; And we are weeds without it.

The few that pray at all pray oft amiss.

Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.

The solemn fop; significant and budge; A fool with judges, amongst fools a judge

Ages elapsed ere Homer's lamp appear'd, And ages ere the Mantuan swan was heard: To carry nature lengths unknown before, To give a Milton birth, ask'd ages more.

No one was ever scolded out of their sins.