To Err Is Human; To Forgive, Divine.

True Self-love And Social Are The Same.

The Young Disease, That Must Subdue At Length, Grows With His Growth, And Strengthens With His Strength.

Tis True, 'tis Certain; Man, Though Dead, Retains Part Of Himself; The Immortal Mind Remains.

So Upright Quakers Please Both Man And God.

I Would Not Be Like Those Authors, Who Forgive Themselves Some Particular Lines For The Sake Of A Whole Poem, And Vice Versa A Whole Poem For The Sake Of Some Particular Lines. I Believe No One Qualification Is So Likely To Make A Good Writer, As The Power Of Rejecting His Own Thoughts.