Though Very Poor, May Still Be Very

O Luxury! Thou Curst By Heaven's Decree!

Our Pleasures Are Short, And Can Only Charm At Intervals; Love Is A Method Of Protraction Our Greatest Pleasure.

Ill Fares The Land, To Hastening Ills A Prey, Where Wealth Accumulates, And Men Decay. Princes And Lords May Flourish Or May Fade,- A Breath Can Make Them, As A Breath Has Made; But A Bold Peasantry, Their Country's Pride, When Once Destroy'd, Can Never Be Supplied.

I Hate The French Because They Are All Slaves And Wear Wooden Shoes.

As Few Subjects Are More Interesting To Society, So Few Have Been More Frequently Written Upon Than The Education Of Youth.