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!

Want of prudence is too frequently the want of virtue.

Surely the best way to meet the enemy is head on in the field and not wait till they plunder our very homes.

Is it that Nature, attentive to the preservation of mankind, increases our wishes to live, while she lessens our enjoyments, and as she robs the senses of every pleasure, equips imag-ination in the spoil?

The first blow is half the battle.

Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po.

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