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.

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

But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.

We ought, in humanity, no more to despise a man for the misfortunes of the mind than for those of the body, when they are such as he cannot help; were this thoroughly considered we should no more laugh at a man for having his brains cracked than for having his head broke.

There is a majesty in simplicity.

Pleas'd look forward, pleas'd to look behind,And count each birthday with a grateful mind.

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