An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.

Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.

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.

Truth is never to be expected from authors whose understanding is warped with enthusiasm.

Bacchus ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain. Bachus's blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure, Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure- Sweet is pleasure after pain.

Beware the fury of a patient man.

He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.