Nothing but what astonishes is true.

Be wise to-day; 't is madness to defer.

There is nothing of which men are more liberal than their good advice, be their stock of it ever so small; because it seems to carry in it an intimation of their own influence, importance or worth.

Born originals, how comes it to pass that we die copies? That meddling ape imitation, as soon as we come to years of indiscretion, (so let me speak,) snatches the pen, and blots out nature's mark of separation, cancels her kind intention, destroys all mental individuality. The lettered world no longer consists of singulars: it is a medley, a mass; and a hundred books, at bottom, are but one.

Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue.

Satire recoils whenever charged too high; round your own fame the fatal splinters fly.

Accept a miracle, instead of wit See two dull lines, with Stanhope's pencil writ.