A man has generally the good or ill qualities which he attributes to mankind.
My banks they are furnish'd with bees, Whose murmur invites one to sleep.
Amid the most mercenary ages it is but a secondary sort of admiration that is bestowed upon magnificence.
A large, branching, aged oak is perhaps the most venerable of all inanimate objects.
People can commend the weather without envy.
There is nothing more universally commended than a fine day; the reason is that people can commend it without envy.