'Tis a sort of duty to be rich, that it may be in one's power to do good, riches being another word for power.

Satire should, like a polished razor keen, Wound with a touch that's scarcely felt or seen. Thine is an oyster knife, that hacks and hews; The rage but not the talent to abuse.

See how that pair of billing doves With open murmurs own their loves And, heedless of censorious eyes, Pursue their unpolluted joys: No fears of future want molest The downy quiet of their nest.

Civility costs nothing and buys everything.

It has all been very interesting.

You can be pleased with nothing when you are not pleased with yourself.