Alas! The Joys That Fortune Brings Are

O Friendship! Thou Fond Soother Of The Human Breast, To Thee We Fly In Every Calamity; To Thee The Wretched Seek For Succor; On Thee The Care-tired Son Of Misery Fondly Relies; From Thy Kind Assistance The Unfortunate Always Hopes Relief, And May Be Sure Of--disappointment.

Like The Tiger, That Seldom Desists From Pursuing Man After Having Once Preyed Upon Human Flesh, The Reader Who Has Once Gratified His Appetite With Calumny Makes Ever After The Most Agreeable Feast Upon Murdered Reputations!

Age, That Lessens The Enjoyment Of Life, Increases Our Desire Of Living

If We Look Round The World, There Seem To Be Not Above Six Distinct Varieties In The Human Species, Each Of Which Is Strongly Marked, And Speaks The Kind Seldom To Have Mixed With Any Other. But There Is Nothing In The Shape, Nothing In The Faculties, That Shows Their Coming From Different Originals; And The Varieties Of Climate, Of Nourishment, And Custom, Are Sufficient To Produce Every Change.

The Pictures Placed For Ornament And Use, The Twelve Good Rules, The Royal Game Of Goose.