“Happy the man, whose wish and careA few paternal acres bound,Content to breathe his native airIn his own ground.”

“How happy he, who free from careThe rage of courts, and noise of towns; Contented breathes his native air,In his own grounds”

“For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight, His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.”

“I am his Highness' dog at Kew;Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?”

“Our judgments, like our watches, nonego just alike, yet each believes his own”

“How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!The world forgetting, by the world forgot.Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d”

“Man never thinks himself happy, but when he enjoys those things which others want or desire. ”