The Grace That Makes Every Grace Amiable

Tired Of Myself Longing For What I Have Not

For The Human Mind Is Seldom At Stay: If You Do Not Grow Better, You Will Most Undoubtedly Grow Worse.

Tho' Beauty Is Generally The Creature Of Fancy, Yet Are There Some Who Will Be Beauties In Every Eye.

Rakes Are More Suspicious Than Honest Men.

We Have Nothing To Do, But To Choose What Is Right, To Be Steady In The Pursuit Of It, And Leave The Issue To Providence.