Careless of censure, nor too fond of fame, Still pleased to praise, yet not afraid to blame, Averse alike to flatter or offend, Not free from faults, nor yet too vain to mend.

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

Where beams of imagination play, the memory's soft figures melt away.

I never knew any man in my life who could not bear another's misfortunes perfectly like a Christian.

There is but one way I know of conversing safely with all men; that is, not by concealing what we say or do, but by saying or doing nothing that deserves to be concealed.

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

Is that a birthday? 'tis, alas! too clear; 'Tis but the funeral of the former year.