Seest thou how pale the sated guest rises from supper, where the appetite is puzzled with varieties? The body, too, burdened with I yesterday's excess, weighs down the soul, and fixes to the earth this particle of the divine essence.

And Tragedy should blush as much to stoop To the low mimic follies of a farce, As a grave matron would to dance with girls.

Often a purple patch or two is tacked on to a serious work of high promise, to give an effect of colour.

Hired mourners at a funeral say and do - A little more than they whose grief is true

Victory is by nature superb and insulting.

For a man learns more quickly and remembers more easily that which he laughs at, than that which he approves and reveres.

Change but the name, and you are the subject of the story.