The man that hails you Tom or Jack, and proves by thumps upon your back how he esteems your merit, is such a friend, that one had need be very much his friend indeed to pardon or to bear it.

God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.

Those flimsy webs that break as soon as wrought, attain not to the dignity of thought.

Built God a church and laughed His word to scorn.

A tale should be judicious, clear, succinct; The language plain, and incidents well link'd; Tell not as new what ev'ry body knows; and, new or old, still hasten to a close.

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

He that runs may read.