A Gen'rous Heart Repairs A Sland'rous Tongue.

Happy The Man Whose Wish And Care A Few Paternal Acres Bound, Content To Breathe His Native Air In His Own Ground.

For I, Who Hold Sage Homer's Rule The Best, Welcome The Coming, Speed The Going Guest.

A Little Learning Is A Dangerous Thing; Drink Deep, Or Taste Not The Pierian Spring.

Is Not Absence Death To Those Who Love?

The World Is A Thing We Must Of Necessity Either Laugh At Or Be Angry At; If We Laugh At It, They Say We Are Proud; If We Are Angry At It, They Say We Are Ill-natured.