If you were to make little fishes talk, they would talk like whales.

Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And even his failings lean'd to Virtue's side.

Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came, And the puff a dunce, he mistook it for fame; Till his relish grown callous, almost to displease, Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please.

The life of a scholar seldom abounds with adventure.

Aspiring beggary is wretchedness itself.

They say women and music should never be dated.

To aim at excellence, our reputation, and friends, and all must be ventured; to aim at the average we run no risk and provide little service.