Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can, An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man.

Pity and friendship are two passions incompatible with each other.

Aromatic plants bestow no spicy fragrance while they grow; but crush'd or trodden to the ground, diffuse their balmy sweets around.

We may affirm of Mr. Buffon, that which has been said of the chemists of old; though he may have failed in attaining his principal aim, of establishing a theory, yet he has brought together such a multitude of facts relative to the history of the earth, and the nature of its fossil productions, that curiosity finds ample compensation, even while it feels the want of conviction.

For the first time, the best may err, art may persuade, and novelty spread out its charms. The first fault is the child of simplicity; but every other the offspring of guilt.

And e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy, The heart distrusting asks if this be joy.

The ambitious are forever followed by adulation for they receive the most pleasure from flattery.