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

Fashion is a great restraint upon your persons of taste and fancy; who would otherwise in the most trifling instances be able to distinguish themselves from the vulgar.

Grandeur and beauty are so very opposite, that you often diminish the one as you increase the other. Variety is most akin to the latter, simplicity to the former.

The fund of sensible discourse is limited; that of jest and badinerie is infinite.

Thanks, oftenest obtrusive.

The regard one shows economy, is like that we show an old aunt who is to leave us something at last.

May I always have a heart superior, with economy suitable, to my fortune.