If You Were To Make Little Fishes

The Heart Of Every Man Lies Open To The Shafts Of Correction If The Archer Can Take Proper Aim.

Blame Where You Must, Be Candid Where You Can, And Be Each Critic The Good-natured Man.

Well Had The Boding Tremblers Learn'd To Trace The Day's Disasters In His Morning Face; Full Well They Laugh'd With Counterfeited Glee At All His Jokes, For Many A Joke Had He; Full Well The Busy Whisper Circling Round Convey'd The Dismal Tidings When He Frown'd. Yet Was He Kind, Or If Severe In Aught, The Love He Bore To Learning Was In Fault; The Village All Declar'd How Much He Knew, 'twas Certain He Could Write And Cipher Too.

There Are But Few Talents Requisite To Become A Popular Preacher; For The People Are Easily Pleased If They Perceive Any Endeavors In The Orator To Please Them. The Meanest Qualifications Will Work This Effect If The Preacher Sincerely Sets About It.

A French Woman Is A Perfect Architect In Dress: She Never, With Gothic Ignorance, Mixes The Orders; She Never Tricks Out A Snobby Doric Shape With Corinthian Finery; Or, To Speak Without Metaphor, She Conforms To General Fashion Only When It Happens Not To Be Repugnant To Private Beauty.