He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleas'd he could whistle them back.

The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.

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

On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting, 'Twas only when he was off, he was acting.

If you don't ask me questions, I can't give you an untrue answer.

The volumes of antiquity, like medals, may very well serve to amuse the curious, but the works of the moderns, like the current coin of a kingdom, are much better for immediate use.

For the first time, the best may err, art may persuade, and novelty spread out its charms. The first fault is the child of simplicity; but every other the offspring of guilt.