Sir, a man who cannot get to heaven in a green coat, will not find his way thither the sooner in a grey one.

He that is much flattered soon learns to flatter himself.

I do not care to speak ill of a man behind his back, but I believe he is an attorney.

Instead of rating the man by his performances, we rate too frequently the performances by the man.

Cautious age suspects the flattering form, and only credits what experience tells.

A quibble is to Shakespeare what luminous vapours are to the traveller: he follows it at all adventures; it is sure to lead him out of his way and sure to engulf him in the mire.

Philips, whose touch harmonious could remove The pangs of guilty power and hapless love! Rest here, distress'd by poverty no more; Here find that calm thou gav'st so oft before; Sleep undisturb'd within this peaceful shrine, Till angels wake thee with a note like thine!