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The desire of pleasing is to the mind, what dress is to the body. Voltaire.

ON INGRATITUDE.

He that's ungrateful has no guilt but one, All others may pass for virtues in him.

As in the storm that pours destruction round, Is here and there a ship in safety found; So, in the storms of life some days appear More blest and bright for the preceding fear; These times of pleasure that in life arise, Like spots in deserts, that delight, surprize, And to our wearied senses give the more, For all the waste behind us and before.

Crabbe.

Not to forget our misfortunes is in a manner to merit them.

There surely is some guiding power,

Which rightly suffers wrong— Gives vice to bloom its little hour—

But virtue, late and long !

Hypocrisy is the necessary burthen of villainy.— Affectation the chosen trappings of folly.