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.

O money, money, how blindly thou hast been worshipped, and how stupidly abused! Thou are health and liberty and strength, and he that has thee may rattle his pockets at the foul fiend!

He who hath not a dram of folly in his mixture hath pounds of much worse matter in his composition.

Brandy and water spoils two good things.

Think what you would have been now, if instead of being fed with tales and old wives' fables in childhood, you had been crammed with geography and natural history!

To be thankful for what we grasp exceeding our proportion is to add hypocrisy to injustice.

I conceive disgust at these impertinent and misbecoming familiarities inscribed upon your ordinary tombstone.