I Do Not Love A Man Who

Blest That Abode, Where Want And Pain Repair, And Every Stranger Finds A Ready Chair.

Alas! The Joys That Fortune Brings Are Trifling, And Decay, And Those Who Prize The Trifling Things, More Trifling Still Than They.

The Volumes Of Antiquity, Like Medals, May Very Well Serve To Amuse The Curious, But The Works Of The Moderns, Like The Current Coin Of A Kingdom, Are Much Better For Immediate Use.

Death When Unmasked Shows Us A Friendly Face And Is A Terror Only At A Distance.

We Sometimes Had Those Little Rubs Which Providence Sends To Enhance The Value Of Its Favors.