Nothing can be more shocking and horrid than one of our kitchens sprinkled with blood, and abounding with the cries of expiring victims or with the limbs of dead animals scattered or hung up here and there.

Wit is the lowest form of humor.

The life of a wit is a warfare upon earth.

Let such teach others who themselves excel, And censure freely who have written well.

A mighty maze! But not without a plan.

Women, as they are like riddles in being unintelligible, so generally resemble them in this, that they please us no longer once we know them.

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.