I Prefer Liberty To Chains Of Diamonds.

The Pious Farmer, Who Ne'er Misses Pray'rs, With Patience Suffers Unexpected Rain; He Blesses Heav'n For What Its Bounty Spares, And Sees, Resign'd, A Crop Of Blighted Grain. But, Spite Of Sermons, Farmers Would Blaspheme, If A Star Fell To Set Their Thatch On Flame.

I Have Never, In All My Various Travels, Seen But Two Sorts Of People I Mean Men And Women, Who Always Have Been, And Ever Will Be, The Same. The Same Vices And The Same Follies Have Been The Fruit Of All Ages, Though Sometimes Under Different Names.

One Can Never Outlive One's Vanity.

Solitude Begets Whimsies.

No Entertainment Is So Cheap As Reading, Nor Any Pleasure So Lasting.