A great source of calamity lies in regret and anticipation; therefore a person is wise who thinks of the present alone, regardless of the past or future.

Our Garrick 's a salad; for in him we see Oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree!

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

Absence, like death, sets a seal on the image of those we love: we cannot realize the intervening changes which time may have effected.

The man recovered of the bite, The dog it was that died.

Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came, And the puff a dunce, he mistook it for fame; Till his relish grown callous, almost to displease, Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please.

Both wit and understanding are trifles without integrity.