Like the tiger, that seldom desists from pursuing man after having once preyed upon human flesh, the reader who has once gratified his appetite with calumny makes ever after the most agreeable feast upon murdered reputations!

Both wit and understanding are trifles without integrity.

Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no lies.

Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze, And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore.

Aspiring beggary is wretchedness itself.

Conscience is a coward, and those faults it has not strength enough to prevent it seldom has justice enough to accuse.

Even children follow'd with endearing wile, And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile.