God made the country, and man made the town.

War's a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.

Still ending, and beginning still.

Assail'd by scandal and the tongue of strife,
His only answer was a blameless life;
And he that forged, and he that threw the dart,
Had each a brother's interest in his heart.

The only amarantine flower on earth Is virtue.

Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze.

No wisdom that she may gain by experience and reflection hereafter, will compensate the loss of her present hilarity.

My kitten is dressed in a tortoise-shell suit, and I know you will delight in her.

England with all thy faults, I love thee still -- My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English minds and manners may be found, Shall be constrained to love thee.

It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.

O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.

Lived in his saddle, loved the chase, the course, And always, ere he mounted, kiss'd his horse.

Great offices will have great talents.

Happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.

A self-made man? Yes, and one who worships his creator.

Misses! the tale that I relate This lesson seems to carry -- Choose not alone a proper mate, But proper time to marry.

Necessity invented stools,

Convenience next suggested elbow-chairs,

And luxury the accomplish'd Sofa last.

The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.

As if the world and they were hand and glove.

Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little; we owe it everything. The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.