Though Very Poor, May Still Be Very

I Fancy The Character Of A Poet Is In Every Country The Same,--fond Of Enjoying The Present, Careless Of The Future; His Conversation That Of A Man Of Sense, His Actions Those Of A Fool.

I Have Found By Experience That They Who Have Spent All Their Lives In Cities Contract Not Only An Effeminacy Of Habit, But Of Thinking.

Modesty Seldom Resides In A Breast That Is Not Enriched With Nobler Virtues.

The Life Of A Scholar Seldom Abounds With Adventure.

No One But A Fool Would Measure Their Satisfaction By What The World Thinks Of It.