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Copiousness Of Words, However Ranged, Is Always False Eloquence, Though It Will Ever Impose On Some Sort Of Understandings.

I Know A Love May Be Revived Which Absence, Inconstancy, Or Even Infidelity Has Extinguished, But There Is No Returning From A Dtgovt Given By Satiety.

We Have All Our Playthings. Happy Are They Who Are Contented With Those They Can Obtain; Those Hours Are Spent In The Wisest Manner That Can Easiest Shade The Ills Of Life, And Are The Least Productive Of Ill Consequences.

People Are Never So Near Playing The Fool As When They Think Themselves Wise.

How Many Thousands ... Earnestly Seeking What They Do Not Want, While They Neglect The Real Blessings In Their Possession -- I Mean The Innocent Gratification Of Their Senses, Which Is All We Can Properly Call Our Own.