Grief Is Itself A Medicine.

To Follow Foolish Precedents, And Wink With Both Our Eyes, Is Easier Than To Think.

Necessity Invented Stools, Convenience Next Suggested Elbow-chairs, And Luxury The Accomplish'd Sofa Last.

The Spleen Is Seldom Felt Where Flora Reigns; The Low'ring Eye, The Petulance, The Frown, And Sullen Sadness, That O'ershade, Distort, And Mar The Face Of Beauty, When No Cause For Such Immeasurable Woe Appears; These Flora Banishes, And Gives The Fair Sweet Smiles, And Bloom Less Transient Than Her Own.

There Is A Pleasure In Poetic Pains / Which Only Poets Know.

Great Offices Will Have Great Talents.