I can't say whether we had more wit among us now than usual, but I am certain we had more laughing, which answered the end as well.
Our Garrick 's a salad; for in him we see Oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree!
Both wit and understanding are trifles without integrity.
A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year.
A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad When he put on his clothes.
The person whose clothes are extremely fine I am too apt to consider as not being possessed of any superiority of fortune, but resembling those Indians who are found to wear all the gold they have in the world in a bob at the nose.