Those Oft Are Stratagems Which Errors Seem

O Happiness! Our Being's End And Aim! Good, Pleasure, Ease, Content! Whate'er Thy Name: That Something Still Which Prompts The Eternal Sigh, For Which We Bear To Live, Or Dare To Die.

A Family Is But Too Often A Commonwealth Of Malignants.

Hope Springs Eternal In The Human Breast: Man Never Is, But Always To Be Blest.

One Self-approving Hour Whole Years Outweighs.

Whether The Charmer Sinner It, Or Saint It, If Folly Grow Romantic, I Must Paint It.