A mere index hunter, who held the eel of science by the tail.

Of this diversion the Scots are so fond, that, when the weather will permit, you may see a multitude of all ranks, from the senator of justice to the lowest tradesman, mingled together, in their shirts, and following the balls with utmost eagerness.

False as the fowler's artful snare.

The great Cham of literature. (Samuel Johnson)

I find that the old Roman baths of this quarter, were found covered by an old burying ground, belonging to the Abbey; through which, in all probability, the water drains in its passage; so that as we drink the decoction of the living bodies at the Pump-room, we swallow the strainings of rotten bones and carcasses at the private bath - I vow to God, the very idea turns my stomach!

Nature and wisdom are not, but should be, companions.

I think for my part one half of the nation is mad - and the other not very sound.