My banks they are furnish'd with bees, Whose murmur invites one to sleep.

I trimmed my lamp, consumed the midnight oil.

When self-interest inclines a man to print, he should consider that the purchaser expects a pennyworth for his penny, and has reason to asperse his honesty if he finds himself deceived.

It happens a little unluckily that the persons who have the most infinite contempt of money are the same that have the strongest appetite for the pleasures it procures.

A large retinue upon a small income, like a large cascade upon a small stream, tends to discover its tenuity.

The love of popularity seems little else than the love of being beloved; and is only blamable when a person aims at the affections of a people by means in appearance honest, but in their end pernicious and destructive.

A person that would secure to himself great deference will, perhaps, gain his point by silence as effectually as by anything he can say.