Turn, Gentle Hermit Of The Dale, And

Is It That Nature, Attentive To The Preservation Of Mankind, Increases Our Wishes To Live, While She Lessens Our Enjoyments, And As She Robs The Senses Of Every Pleasure, Equips Imag-ination In The Spoil?

I Hate The French Because They Are All Slaves And Wear Wooden Shoes.

There Is Probably No Country So Barbarous That Would Not Disclose All It Knew, If It Received Equivalent Information; And I Am Apt To Think That A Person Who Was Ready To Give More Knowledge Than He Received Would Be Welcome Wherever He Came.

How Wide The Limits Stand Between A Splendid And A Happy Land.

She Who Makes Her Husband And Her Children Happy, Who Reclaims The One From Vice, And Trains Up The Other To Virtue, Is A Much Greater Character Than The Ladies Described In Romance, Whose Whole Occupation Is To Murder Mankind With Shafts From Their Quiver Or Their Eyes.