Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.

Deathless laurel is the victor's due.

Fiction is of the essence of poetry as well as of painting; there is a resemblance in one of human bodies, things, and actions which are not real, and in the other of a true story by fiction.

Jealousy's a proof of love, But 'tis a weak and unavailing medicine; It puts out the disease and makes it show, But has no power to cure.

A farce is that in poetry which grotesque (caricature) is in painting. The persons and actions of a farce are all unnatural, and the manners false, that is, inconsistent with the characters of mankind; and grotesque painting is the just resemblance of this.

Beware the fury of a patient man.

Freedom which in no other land will thrive, Freedom an English subject's sole prerogative.