A Persian's heaven is eas'ly made: 'T is but black eyes and lemonade.

Clap an extinguisher upon your irony if you are unhappily blessed with a vein of it.

Anything awful makes me laugh. I misbehaved once at a funeral.

In every thing that relates to science, I am a whole Encyclopaedia behind the rest of the world.

How convalescence shrinks a man back to his pristine stature! where is now the space, which he occupied so lately, in his own, in the family's eye?

Rags, which are the reproach of poverty, are the beggar's robes, and graceful insignia of his profession, his tenure, his full dress, the suit in which he is expected to show himself in public.

His voice was the most obnoxious squeak I ever was tormented with.