The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.

Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay. Princes and lords may flourish or may fade,- A breath can make them, as a breath has made; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroy'd, can never be supplied.

To make a fine gentleman, several trades are required, but chiefly a barber.

A mind too vigorous and active, serves only to consume the body to which it is joined.

Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can, An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man.

Write how you want, the critic shall show the world you could have written better.

Fancy restrained may be compared to a fountain, which plays highest by diminishing the aperture.