Sir, there is no end of negative criticism.

I look upon every day to be lost, in which I do not make a new acquaintance.

Critics, like the rest of mankind, are very frequently misled by interest.

When female minds are embittered by age or solitude, their malignity is generally exerted in a rigorous and spiteful superintendence of domestic trifles.

Prepare for death, if here at night you roam, and sign your will before you sup from home.

Quack: A boastful pretender to arts which he does not understand. A vain boastful pretender to physick; An artful, tricking practitioner in physick.

There seems to be a strange affectation in authors of appearing to have done everything by chance.