Why was this heart of mine formed with so much sensibility! Or why not my fortune adapted to its impulses! Tenderness without a capacity of relieving only makes the man who feels it more wretched than the object which sues for assistance.

Aromatic plants bestow no spicy fragrance while they grow; but crush'd or trodden to the ground, diffuse their balmy sweets around.

In my time, the follies of the town crept slowly among us, but now they travel faster than a stagecoach.

Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can, An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man.

Silence is become his mother tongue.

Nothing is so contemptible as that affectation of wisdom, which some display, by universal incredulity.

The genteel thing is the genteel thing any time, if as be that a gentleman bees in a concatenation accordingly.