For Just Experience Tells, In Every Soil,

A Man Who Leaves Home To Mend Himself And Others Is A Philosopher; But He Who Goes From Country To Country, Guided By The Blind Impulse Of Curiosity, Is A Vagabond.

Whenever You See A Gaming Table Be Sure To Know Fortune Is Not There. Rather She Is Always In The Company Of Industry.

Our Bounty, Like A Drop Of Water, Disappears, When Diffus'd Too Widely

The Wretch Condemn'd With Life To Part, Still, Still On Hope Relies; And Every Pang That Rends The Heart Bids Expectation Rise.

Could A Man Live By It, It Were Not Unpleasant Employment To Be A Poet.