Is not absence death to those who love?

The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read With loads of learned lumber in his head.

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

The vanity of human life is like a river, constantly passing away, and yet constantly coming on.

There never was any party, faction, sect, or cabal whatsoever, in which the most ignorant were not the most violent; for a bee is not a busier animal than a blockhead.

The greatest advantage I know of being thought a wit by the world is, that it gives one the greater freedom of playing the fool.

Truth needs not flowers of speech.