Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.

May Moorland weavers boast Pindaric skill, And tailors' lays be longer than their bill! While punctual beaux reward the grateful notes, And pay for poems--when they pay for coats.

And angling too, that solitary vice, What Izaak Walton sings or says: The quaint, old, cruel coxcomb, in his gullet Should have a hook, and a small trout to pull it.

I should be very willing to redress men wrongs, and rather check than punish crimes, had not Cervantes, in that all too true tale of Quixote, shown how all such efforts fail.

Rough Johnson, the great moralist.

Since Eve ate the apple, much depends on dinner.

Next to dressing for a rout or ball, undressing is a woe.