The man recovered of the bite, The dog it was that died.

The man recovered of the bite, The dog it was that died.

And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep, A shade that follows wealth or fame, And leaves the wretch to weep?

The world is like a vast sea: mankind like a vessel sailing on its tempestuous bosom. ... [T]he sciences serve us for oars.

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

The ambitious are forever followed by adulation for they receive the most pleasure from flattery.

Life at the greatest and best is but a froward child, that must be humored and coaxed a little till it falls asleep, and then all the care is over.