There is a sort of economy in Providence that one shall excel where another is defective, in order to make men more useful to each other, and mix them in society.

Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.

An honest man, that is not quite sober, has nothing to fear.

Unbounded courage and compassion join'd, Tempering each other in the victor's mind, Alternately proclaim him good and great, And make the hero and the man complete.

Arguments out of a pretty mouth are unanswerable.

An opera may be allowed to be extravagantly lavish in its decorations, as its only design is to gratify the senses and keep up an indolent attention in the audience.

A man that has a taste of music, painting, or architecture, is like one that has another sense, when compared with such as have no relish of those arts