Sure Of Their Qualities And Demanding Praise,

"with Ev'ry Pleasing, Ev'ry Prudent Part, Say, What Can Chloe Want?"-she Wants A Heart.

A Fellow Feeling Makes Us Wondrous Kind.

Amusement Is The Happiness Of Those Who Cannot Think.

Praise Is Like Ambergrease: A Little Whiff Of It, And By Snatches, Is Very Agreeable; But When A Man Holds A Whole Lump Of It To Your Nose, It Is A Stink, And Strikes You Down.

On Life's Vast Ocean Diversely We Sail. Reasons The Card, But Passion The Gale.