I love everything that's old, - old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine.

While Resignation gently slopes away, And all his prospects brightening to the last, His heaven commences ere the world be past.

Our pleasures are short, and can only charm at intervals; love is a method of protraction our greatest pleasure.

In arguing too, the parson own'd his skill, For e'en though vanquish'd he could argue still; While words of learned length and thundering sound Amaz'd the gazing rustics rang'd around; And still they gaz'd, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew.

Every absurdity has a champion to defend it.

There is one way by which a strolling player may be ever secure of success; that is, in our theatrical way of expressing it, to make a great deal of the character. To speak and act as in common life is not playing, nor is it what people come to see; natural speaking, like sweet wine, runs glibly over the palate and scarcely leaves any taste behind it; but being high in a part resembles vinegar, which grates upon the taste, and one feels it while he is drinking.

The nakedness of the indigent world may be clothed from the trimmings of the vain.