There is nothing more universally commended than a fine day; the reason is that people can commend it without envy.

Those who are incapable of shining out by dress would do well to consider that the contrast between them and their clothes turns out much to their disadvantage.

Virtues, like essences, lose their fragrance when exposed.

Thanks, oftenest obtrusive.

There is a certain flimsiness of poetry which seems expedient in a song.

I know not whether increasing years do not cause us to esteem fewer people and to bear with more.

Every good poet includes a critic, but the reverse is not true.