Quality and title have such allurements that hundreds are ready to give up all their own importance, to cringe, to flatter, to look little, and to pall every pleasure in constraint, merely to be among the great, though without the least hopes of improving their understanding or sharing their generosity. They might be happier among their equals.

To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art.

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.

Measures, not men, have always been my mark.

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

We are all sure of two things, at least; we shall suffer and we shall all die.

Like the tiger, that seldom desists from pursuing man after having once preyed upon human flesh, the reader who has once gratified his appetite with calumny makes ever after the most agreeable feast upon murdered reputations!