How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.

As if the world and they were hand and glove.

God forbid that Judges upon their oath should make resolutions to enlarge jurisdiction.

Fanaticism, the false fire of an overheated mind.

Admirals extolled for standing still, or doing nothing with a deal of skill.

Visits are insatiable devourers of time, and fit only for those who, if they did not that, would do nothing.

The art of poetry is to touch the passions, and its duty to lead them on the side of virtue.