So near are the boundaries of panegyric and invective, that a worn-out sinner is sometimes found to make the best declaimer against sin. The same high-seasoned descriptions which in his unregenerate state served to inflame his appetites, in his new province of a moralist will serve him (a little turned) to expose the enormity of those appetites in other men.

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

Man is a gaming animal. He must always be trying to get the better in something or other.

Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?

Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever.

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

I own that I am disposed to say grace upon twenty other occasions in the course of the day besides my dinner. I want a form for setting out upon a pleasant walk, for a moonlight ramble, for a friendly meeting, or a solved problem. Why have we none for books, these spiritual repasts-a grace before Milton-a grace before Shakespeare-a devotional exercise proper to be said before reading The Fairie Queene?