Aspiring beggary is wretchedness itself.

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

The very pink of perfection.

Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and shew'd how fields were won.

People seldom improve when they have no other model but themselves to copy.

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 malicious sneer is improperly called laughter.