Poor in abundance, famish'd at a feast.

Who knows if Shakespeare might not have thought less if he had read more?

Fond man! the vision of a moment made! Dream of a dream! and shadow of a shade!

Horace appears in good humor while he censures, and therefore his censure has the more weight, as supposed to proceed from judgment and not from passion.

Beautiful as sweet, And young as beautiful, and soft as young, And gay as soft, and innocent as gay!

Some wits, too, like oracles, deal in ambiguities, but not with equal success; for though ambiguities are the first excellence of an imposter, they are the last of a wit.

O! lost to virtue, lost to manly thought, Lost to the noble sallies of the soul! Who think it solitude to be alone.