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PROMISES was the ready money that was first coined, and made current by the law of Nature, to support that society and commerce that was necessary for the comfort and security of mankind; and they who have adulterated this pure and legitimate metal with an alloy of distinctions and subtle evasions, have introduced a counterfeit and pernicious coin, that destroys all the simplicity and integrity of human conversation. For what obligations can ever be the earnest of faith and truth, if promises may be violated ? The superinduction of others for the corroboration and maintenance of government had been much less necessary, if promises had still preserved their primitive vigour and reputation ; nor can any thing be said for the non-performance of a promise, which may not as reasonably be applied to the non-observance of an oath ; and in truth, men have not been observed to be much restrained by their oaths, who have not been punctual in their promises, the same sincerity of nature being requisite to both.
HOPE is the fawning traitor of the mind,
CONSCIENCE is but the pulse of reason.
EVER and anon of griefs subdued
And how and why we know not, nor can trace
There is a necessity in Fate, Why still the bold, brave man is fortunate; He keeps his object ever full in sight, And that assurance holds him firm and right: True 'tis a narrow way that leads to bliss, But right before there is no precipice,-Fear makes men look aside, and so their footing miss.
The progress of a private conversation betwixt two persons of different sexes, is often decisive of their fate, and gives it a turn very distinct perhaps from what they themselves anticipated. Gallantry becomes mingled with conversation, and affection and passion come gradually to mix with gallantry. Nobles, as well as shepherd swains, will, in such a trying moment, say more than they intended; and queens, like village maidens, will listen longer than they should.
He who contends for freedom
Wine is like Anger; for it makes us strong,
HUMAN wisdom makes as ill use of her talent, when she exercises it in rescinding from the number and sweetness of those pleasures, that are naturally our due, as she employs it favourably and well, in artificially disguising and tricking out the ills of life, to alleviate the sense of them.
TRUE tender love one even tenor keeps;
Give me but Something whereunto I may bind my heart; Something to love, to rest upon, to clasp Affection's tendrils round.