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ECONOMY is no disgrace; it is better living on a little, than out-living a great deal.
Next to the satisfaction I receive in the prosperity of an honest I am best pleased with the confusion of a rascal.
What is often termed shyness, is nothing more than refined sense, and an indifference to common observations.
The highercharacter a person supports, the more he should regard his minutest actions.
Every person infenfibly fixes upon some degree of refinement in his discourse, some measure of thought which he thinks worth exhibiting. It is wife to fix this pretty high, although it occasions one to talk the less.
To endeavour all one's days to fortify our minds with learning and philosophy, is to spend so much in armour, that one has nothing left to defend. Deference often shrinks and withers as much
the approach of intimacy, as the sensitive plant does upon the touch of one's finger.
Men are sometimes accused of pride, merely because their accusers would be proud themselves if they were in their places.
People frequently use this expreffion, I am inclined to think so and so, not considering that they are then speaking the most literal of all truths.
Modesty makes large amends for the pain it gives the persons who labour under it, by the prejudice it affords every worthy person in their favour.
The difference there is betwixt honour and honesty seems to be chiefly in the motive. The honest man does that from duty, which the man of honour does for the sake of character.
A Liar begins with making falshood appear like truth, and ends with making truth itself appear like falthood.
Virtue should be considered as a part of taste ; and we should as much avoid deceit, or finifter meanings in discourse as we would puns, bad language, or falfe grammar.
EFERENCE is the most complicate, the most in
direct, and the most elegant of all compliments. He that lies in bed all a summer's morning, loses the chief pleasure of the day: he that gives up his youth to indolence, undergoes a loss of the fame kind. SHINING characters are not always the moit agreeable
The mild radiance of an emerald, is by no means less pleasing than the glare of the ruby.
To be at once a rake, and to glory in the character, discovers at the same time a bad disposition, and a bad tast:.
How is it possible to expect that mankind will take advice, when they will not so much as take warning ?
ALTHOUGH men are accused for not knowing their own weakness, yet perhaps a few know their own strergh. It is men as in foils, where sometimes there is a vein of gold which the author knows not of.
Fine sense and exalted sense are not half so valuable as common sense. There are forty men of wit for one man of sense ; and he that will carry nothing about him but gold, will be every day at a loss for want of ready change. LEARNING is like
mercury, one of the most powerful an] excellent things in the world in skilful hands; in unskilful, molt mischievous, A man should never be ashamed to own he has been in в 6
the wrong ; which is but saying in other words, that he is wifer to-day than he was yesterday.
Wherever I find a great deal of gratitude in a poor man I take it for granted there would be as much generosity if he were a rich man,
Flowers of rhetoric in fermons or serious discourses, are like the blue and red flowers in corn, pleasing to those who come only for amusement, but prejudicial to him who would reap the profit.
IT often happens that those are the best people, whose characters have been most injured by flanders : as we usually find that to be the sweetest fruit, which the birds have been pecking at.
The eye of the critic is often like a microscope, made fo very fine and nice, that it discovers the atoms, grains, and minutest articles, without ever comprehending the whole, comparing the parts, or seeing all at once the harmony.
Men's zeal for religion is much of the same kind as that which they shew for a foot-ball : whenever it is contested for, everyone is ready to venture their lives and limbs in the dispute ; but when that is once at an end, it is no more thought on, but sleeps in oblivion, buried in rubbish, which no one thinks it worth his pains to rake into, much less to
Honour is but a fictitious kind of honesty ; a mean, but a necessary substitute for it, in societies, who have none : it is a sort of paper-credit, with which men are obliged to trade, who are deficient in the sterling cash of true morality and religion.
PERSONS of great delicacy should know the certainty of the following truth : there are abundance of cases which occafion suspense, in which whatever they determine they will repent of the determination ; and this though a pro
pensity of human nature to fancy happiness in those schemes which it does not pursue.
The chief advantage that ancient writers can boast over modern ones seems owing to fimplicity. Every noble truth and sentiment was expressed by the former in a natural manner, in word and phrafe fimple, perfpicuous, and incapable of improvement. What then remained for later writers, but affectation, witticism, and conceit ?"
WHAT a piece of work is man ! how noble in rea
fon! how infinite in faculties ! in form and moving how express an admirable ! in action how like an angel ! in apprehenfion how like a God !
IF to do, were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes, palaces. He is a good divine who follows his own instructions : I can eafier teach twenty what were good to be done than to be one of the twenty to follow my own teaching.
Men's evil manners live in brass ; their virtues we write in water.
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together ; our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipped them not ; and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues.
The sense of death is most in apprehension ;
In corporal suffierance feels a pang as great,
How far the little candle throws his beams ! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
Love all, trust a few,
power than in use : keep thy friend Under thy own life's key : be check'd for filence, But never task'd for speech.
The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces,
Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well,
The Poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven ; And as imagination bodies forth The form of things unknown, the Poet's pen Turns them to shape, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
HEAVEN doth with us as we with torches do,