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.

There is nothing so absurd or ridiculous that has not at some time been said by some philosopher.

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

But winter lingering chills the lap of May.

As for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be sure; but there's no love lost between us.

Let schoolmasters puzzle their brain, With grammar, and nonsense, and learning, Good liquor, I stoutly maintain, Gives genius a better discerning.

I chose my wife, as she did her wedding gown, for qualities that would wear well.