How sickness enlarges the dimensions of a man's self to himself! Supreme selfishness is inculcated upon him as his only duty.

Dr Parr...asked him, how he had acquired his power of smoking at such a rate? Lamb replied, 'I toiled after it, sir, as some men toil after virtue.'

How I like to be liked, and what I do to be liked!

Science has succeeded to poetry, no less in the little walks of children than with men. Is there no possibility of averting this sore evil?

The Muses were dumb while Apollo lectured.

Oh, breathe not his name! let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid

To pile up honey upon sugar, and sugar upon honey, to an interminable tedious sweetness.