There Is A Greatness In Being Generous,

There Are Some Faults So Nearly Allied To Excellence That We Can Scarce Weed Out The Vice Without Eradicating The Virtue.

If We Look Round The World, There Seem To Be Not Above Six Distinct Varieties In The Human Species, Each Of Which Is Strongly Marked, And Speaks The Kind Seldom To Have Mixed With Any Other. But There Is Nothing In The Shape, Nothing In The Faculties, That Shows Their Coming From Different Originals; And The Varieties Of Climate, Of Nourishment, And Custom, Are Sufficient To Produce Every Change.

To Be Poor, And To Seem Poor, Is A Certain Method Never To Rise.

The Watch-dog's Voice That Bay'd The Whispering Wind, And The Loud Laugh That Spoke The Vacant Mind.

Remote, Unfriended, Melancholy, Slow, Or By The Lazy Scheld Or Wandering Po.