Don't let us make imaginary evils, when you know we have so many real ones to encounter.

I have known a German Prince with more titles than subjects, and a Spanish nobleman with more names than shirts.

A modest woman, dressed out in all her finery, is the most tremendous object of the whole creation.

To the last moment of his breath, On hope the wretch relies; And even the pang preceding death Bids expectation rise.

Silence is become his mother tongue.

Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze, And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore.

Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.