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

Were I to be angry at men being fools, I could here find ample room for declamation; but, alas! I have been a fool myself; and why should I be angry with them for being something so natural to every child of humanity?

In arguing too, the parson own'd his skill, For e'en though vanquish'd he could argue still; While words of learned length and thundering sound Amaz'd the gazing rustics rang'd around; And still they gaz'd, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew.

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

Taste is the power of relishing or rejecting whatever is offered for the entertainment of the imagination.

As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm,- Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.

Honour sinks where commerce long prevails.