Pernicious weed! whose scent the fair annoys, Unfriendly to society's chief joys: Thy worst effect is banishing for hours The sex whose presence civilizes ours.

Great offices will have great talents.

The parable of the prodigal son, the most beautiful fiction that ever was invented; our Saviour's speech to His disciples, with which He closed His earthly ministrations, full of the sublimest dignity and tenderest affection, surpass everything that I ever read; and like the spirit by which they were dictated, fly directly to the heart.

A noisy man is always in the right.

He that has seen both sides of fifty has lived to little purpose if he has no other views of the world than he had when he was much younger.

Unmissed but by his dogs and by his groom.

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