Imagining is in itself the very height and life of poetry, which, by a kind of enthusiasm or extraordinary emotion of the soul, makes it seem to us that we behold those things which the poet paints.

Ever a glutton, at another's cost, But in whose kitchen dwells perpetual frost.

And plenty makes us poor.

All heiresses are beautiful.

The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.

Griefs assured are felt before they come.

Good sense and good-nature are never separated, though the ignorant world has thought otherwise. Good-nature, by which I mean beneficence and candor, is the product of right reason.