He Who Would Have Fine Guests, Let

Our Supple Tribes Repress Their Patriot Throats, And Ask No Questions But The Price Of Votes.

A Fly, Sir, May Sting A Stately Horse And Make Him Wince; But, One Is But An Insect, And The Other Is A Horse Still.

A Man, Sir, Should Keep His Friendship In A Constant Repair.

So Different Are The Colors Of Life, As We Look Forward To The Future, Or Backward To The Past; And So Different The Opinions And Sentiments Which This Contrariety Of Appearance Naturally Produces, That The Conversation Of The Old And Young Ends Generally With Contempt Or Pity On Either Side.

Gratitude Is A Species Of Justice.