Charles ChurchillThinkers

The Dream is child of the night, of indigestion bred.

Patience is sorrow's salve.

Silence is foolish if one is wise, but wise if one is foolish.

Virgil is a writer who loved rural ease, and, far from harm,? Maecenas fix'd him in a neat, snug farm,? where he might free from trouble pass his days, in his own way, and pay his rent in praise.