The love of popularity seems little else than the love of being beloved; and is only blamable when a person aims at the affections of a people by means in appearance honest, but in their end pernicious and destructive.

In every village marked with little spire, Embowered in trees, and hardly known to fame.

It happens a little unluckily that the persons who have the most infinite contempt of money are the same that have the strongest appetite for the pleasures it procures.

A rich dress adds but little to the beauty of a person. It may possibly create a deference, but that is rather an enemy to love.