Nothing Has Tended More To

How Small Of All That Human Hearts Endure, That Part Which Laws Or Kings Can Cause Or Cure! Still To Ourselves In Every Place Consigned, Our Own Felicity We Make Or Find. With Secret Course, Which No Loud Storms Annoy, Glides The Smooth Current Of Domestic Joy.

Those Whose Abilities Or Knowledge Incline Them Most To Deviate From The General Round Of Life Are Recalled From Eccentricity By The Laws Of Their Existence.

Wretched Un-idea'd Girls.

Tediousness Is The Most Fatal Of All Faults.

Almost Every Man Wastes Part Of His Life Attempting To Display Qualities Which He Does Not Possess.