Affliction is a good man's shining time.

Inhumanity is caught from man, From smiling man.

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.

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.

A strange alternative * * *Must women have a doctor or a dance?

But love, like wine, gives a tumultuous bliss, Heighten'd indeed beyond all mortal pleasures; But mingles pangs and madness in the bowl.

The melancholy ghosts of dead renown, Whispering faint echoes of the world's applause.