That each from other differs, first confess; next that he varies from himself no less.

Dear, damned, distracting town, farewell! Thy fools no more I'll tease: This year in peace, ye critics, dwell, Ye harlots, sleep at ease!

And make each day a critic on the last.

The Dying Christian to His Soul (1712) -Vital spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, oh quit, this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Stanza 1.

A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state.

True disputants are like true sportsmen: their whole delight is in the pursuit.

The life of a wit is a warfare upon earth.