To what fortuitous occurrence do we not owe every pleasure and convenience of our lives.

Our Garrick 's a salad; for in him we see Oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree!

What real good does an addition to a fortune already sufficient procure? Not any. Could the great man, by having his fortune increased, increase also his appetites, then precedence might be attended with real amusement.

All the bloomy flush of life is fled.

We had no revolutions to fear, nor fatigues to undergo; all our adventures were by the fireside, and all our migrations from the blue bed to the brown.

The soul may be compared to a field of battle, where the armies are ready every moment to encounter. Not a single vice but has a more powerful opponent, and not one virtue but may be overborne by a combination of vices.

Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth: If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt.