Good is done by degrees.

Life's bloomy flush was lost.

The game is never lost till won.

He tried the luxury of doing good.

A master passion is the love of news.

But monument themselves memorials need.

Feed the musician, and he's out of tune.

Be there a will, and wisdom finds a way.

And took for truth the test of ridicule.

Fears of sinning let in thoughts of sin.

Life is not measured by the time we live.

A sly old fish, too cunning for the hook.

Let's learn to live, for we must die alone.

Learning is better worth than houses or land.

Who often reads, will sometimes wish to write.

Some hearts are hidden, some have not a heart.

'T was good advice, and meant, my son, Be good.

Better to love amiss than nothing to have loved.

An infatuated man is not only foolish, but wild.

To sigh, yet not recede; to grieve, yet not repent.

Experience finds few of the scenes that lively hope designs.

I paint the cot, As truth will paint it, and as bards will not.

Arrogance is the act of the great; presumption that of the little.

We cannot heal the throbbing heart till we discern the wounds within.

The coward never on himself relies, But to an equal for assistance flies.

In idle wishes, fools supinely stay. Be there a will and wisdom finds a way.

Virtues neglected then, adored become, And graces slighted, blossom on the tomb.

Secrets with girls, like guns with boys, are never valued till they make a noise.

See Time has touched me gently in his race, And left no odious furrows in my face.

Hence, in these times, untouch'd the pages lie, And slumber out their immortality.

Books cannot always please, however good; Minds are not ever craving for their food.

That all men would be cowards if they dare, Some men we know have courage to declare.

Ease leads to habit, as success to ease. He lives by rule who lives himself to please.

Against her foes Religion well defends Her sacred truths, but often fears her friends.

In general satire, every man perceives A slight attack, yet neither fears nor grieves.

Habit with him was all the test of truth; It must be right: I've done it from my youth.

Who calls a lawyer rogue, may find, too lateUpon one of these depends his whole estate.

In her experience all her friends relied, Heaven was her help and nature was her guide.

What is a church?—Our honest sexton tells, 'Tis a tall building, with a tower and bells.

With awe, around these silent walks I tread; These are the lasting mansions of the dead.

Dreams are like portraits; and we find they please because they are confessed resemblances.

Ability comprehends the power of doing in general, without specifying the quality or degree.

I grant indeed that fields and flocks have charms, For him that gazes or for him that farms.

In this wild world the fondest and the best Are the most tried, most troubled and distress'd.

Our farmers round, well pleased with constant gain, like other farmers, flourish and complain.

Fashion, though Folly's child, and guide of fools, Rules e'en the wisest, and in learning rules.

The wife was pretty, trifling, childish, weak; She could not think, but would not cease to speak.

Tis easiest dealing with the firmest mind-- More just when it resists, and, when it yields, more kind.

"Lawyers Are": By law's dark by-ways he has stored his mind with wicked knowledge on how to cheat mankind.

Anger makes us strong, Blind and impatient, And it leads us wrong; The strength is quickly lost; We feel the error long.

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