Worth Begets In Base Minds, Envy; In

No One Hath Seen Beauty In Its Highest Lustre Who Hath Never Seen It In Distress.

Good-nature Is That Benevolent And Amiable Temper Of Mind Which Disposes Us To Feel The Misfortunes And Enjoy The Happiness Of Others, And, Consequently, Pushes Us On To Promote The Latter And Prevent The Former; And That Without Any Abstract Contemplation On The Beauty Of Virtue, And Without The Allurements Or Terrors Of Religion.

A Lottery Is A Taxation On All Of The Fools In Creation.

There Are Those Who Never Reason On What They Should Do, But What They Have Done; As If Reason Had Her Eyes Behind, And Could Only See Backwards.

The Hounds All Join In Glorious Cry, / The Huntsman Winds His Horn: / And A-hunting We Will Go.