Our plenteous streams a various race supply, The bright-eyed perch with fins of Tyrian dye, The silver eel, in shining volumes roll'd, The yellow carp, in scales bedropp'd with gold, Swift trouts, diversified with crimson stains, And pikes, the tyrants of the wat'ry plains.

There is no study that is not capable of delighting us after a little application to it.

Fame, wealth, and honour! what are you to Love?

Never was it given to mortal man - To lie so boldly as we women can.

It is not so much the being exempt from faults, as having overcome them, that is an advantage to us.

You eat, in dreams, the custard of the day.

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