Lord Bacon Makes Beauty To Consist Of

You Can Be Pleased With Nothing If You Are Not Pleased With Yourself.

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.

General Notions Are Generally Wrong.

Civility Cost Nothing.

I Have Often Observ'd The Loudest Laughers To Be The Dullest Fellows In The Company.