I Despise The Pleasure Of

Only A Mother Knows A Mother's Fondness.

My Chief Study All My Life Has Been To Lighten Misfortunes And Multiply Pleasures, As Far As Human Nature Can.

The Pious Farmer, Who Ne'er Misses Pray'rs, With Patience Suffers Unexpected Rain; He Blesses Heav'n For What Its Bounty Spares, And Sees, Resign'd, A Crop Of Blighted Grain. But, Spite Of Sermons, Farmers Would Blaspheme, If A Star Fell To Set Their Thatch On Flame.

We Travellers Are In Very Hard Circumstances. If We Say Nothing But What Has Been Said Before Us, We Are Dull And Have Observed Nothing. If We Tell Anything New, We Are Laughed At As Fabulous And Romantic.

No Entertainment Is So Cheap As Reading, Nor Any Pleasure So Lasting.