Fair Words Cost Nothing.

If The Heart Of A Man Is Depressed With Cares, The Mist Is Dispell'd When A Woman Appears; Like The Notes Of A Fiddle, She Sweetly, Sweetly Raises The Spirits, And Charms Our Ears.

In Every Age And Clime We See Two Of A Trade Can Never Agree.

Variety's The Source Of Joy Below, From Whence Still Fresh-revolving Pleasures Flow, In Books And Love The Mind One End Pursues, And Only Change The Expiring Flames Renews.

There Is No Dependence That Can Be Sure But A Dependence Upon One's Self.

Give Me, Kind Heaven, A Private Station, A Mind Serene For Contemplation.