This made me reflect, how vain an attempt it is for a man to endeavor to do himself honor among those who are out of all degree of equality or comparison with him.

Everyone desires long life, not one old age.

What we call the Irish Brogue is no sooner discovered, than it makes the deliverer, in the last degree, ridiculous and despised; and, from such a mouth, an Englishman expects nothing but bulls, blunders, and follies.

That was excellently observed’, say I, when I read a passage in an author, where his opinion agrees with mine. When we differ, there I pronounce him to be mistaken.

A lie is an excuse guarded

Pray steal me not, I'm Mrs. Dingley's, Whose heart in this four-footed thing lies.

A fig for your bill of fare; show me your bill of company.