What riches give us let us then inquire: Meat, fire, and clothes. What more? Meat, clothes, and fire. Is this too little?

Give me again my hollow tree A crust of bread, and liberty!

I as little fear that God will damn a person who has charity as I hope that the priests can save one who has not.

True Wit is Nature to advantage dress'd What oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd; Something whose truth convinced at sight we find, That gives us back the image of our mind. As shades more sweetly recommend the light, So modest plainness sets off sprightly wit.

The greatest advantage I know of being thought a wit by the world is, that it gives one the greater freedom of playing the fool.

While pensive poets painful vigils keep, Sleepless themselves, to give their readers sleep.

The light of Heaven restore; Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more.

What nothing earthly gives, or can destroy, The soul's calm sunshine, and the heart-felt joy, Is virtue's prize.

Who finds not Providence all good and wise, Alike in what it gives, and what denies.