All Habits Gather By Unseen Degrees.

A Happy Genius Is The Gift Of Nature.

He Was The Man Who Of All Modern, And Perhaps Ancient Poets, Had The Largest And Most Comprehensive Soul. . . . He Was Naturally Learn'd; He Needed Not The Spectacles Of Books To Read Nature; He Looked Inwards, And Found Her There. . . . He Is Many Times Flat, Insipid; His Comic Wit Degenerating In To Clenches, His Serious Swelling Into Bombast. But He Is Always Great, When Some Occasion Is Presented To Him.

Men Are But Children Of A Larger Growth, Our Appetites As Apt To Change As Theirs, And Full As Craving Too, And Full As Vain.

If We From Wealth To Poverty Descend, Want Gives To Know The Flatterer From The Friend.

Revealed Religion First Informed Thy Sight, And Reason Saw Not Till Faith Sprung To Light.