Ridicule is generally made use of to laugh men out of virtue and good sense, by attacking everything praiseworthy in human life.

By anticipation we sugar misery and enjoy happiness before they are in being. We can set the sun and stars forward, or lose sight of them by wandering into those retired parts of eternity when the heavens and earth shall be no more.

There is no defence against reproach, but obscurity; it is a kind of concomitant to greatness, as satires and invectives were an essential part of a Roman triumph.

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

From hence, let fierce contending nations know, what dire effects from civil discord flow.

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

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