All Is Not Gold That

I Have Seen Her And Sister Cry Over A Book For An Hour Together, And They Said, They Liked The Book The Better The More It Made Them Cry.

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

The Europeans Are Themselves Blind Who Describe Fortune Without Sight. No First-rate Beauty Ever Had Finer Eyes, Or Saw More Clearly. They Who Have No Other Trade But Seeking Their Fortune Need Never Hope To Find Her; Coquette-like, She Flies From Her Close Pursuers, And At Last Fixes On The Plodding Mechanic Who Stays At Home And Minds His Business.

Like The Bee, We Should Make Our Industry Our Amusement.

They Please, Are Pleas'd, They Give To Get Esteem Till, Seeming Blest, They Grow To What They Seem.