Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man.

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.

Pretty conceptions, fine metaphors, glittering expressions, and something of a neat cast of verse are properly the dress, gems, or loose ornaments of poetry.

Histories are more full of examples of the fidelity of dogs than of friends.

A generous friendship no cold medium knows, Burns with one love, with one resentment glows.

Still when the lust of tyrant power succeeds, some Athens perishes, or some Tully bleeds.

They dream in courtship, but in wedlock wake.