Our passions are like convulsion fits, which, though they make us stronger for a time, leave us the weaker ever after.

At ev'ry word a reputation dies.

When two people compliment each other with the choice of anything, each of them generally gets that which he likes least.

Search then the ruling passion: This clue, once found, unravels all the rest.

Vice is a monster of so frightful mien As to be hated needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.

Is there a parson much bemused in beer, a maudlin poetess, a rhyming peer, a clerk foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, who pens a stanza when he should engross?

For thee I dim these eye and stuff this head With all such reading as was never read.