Physicians are in general the most amiable companions and the best friends, as well as the most learned men I know.

"With ev'ry pleasing, ev'ry prudent part, Say, what can Chloe want?"-She wants a heart.

O peace! how many wars were waged in thy name.

Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet To run amuck, and tilt at all I meet.

Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, And though no science, fairly worth the seven.

I believe no one qualification is so likely to make a good writer, as the power of rejecting his own thoughts.

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?