To find a young fellow that is neither a wit in his own eye, nor a fool in the eye of the world, is a very hard task.

I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull.

Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure; Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.

Would any thing but a madman complain of uncertainty? Uncertainty and expectation are joys of life; security is an insipid thing; and the overtaking and possessing of a wish discovers the folly of the chase.

Thus in this sad, but oh, too pleasing state! my soul can fix upon nothing but thee; thee it contemplates, admires, adores, nay depends on, trusts on you alone.

O, she is the antidote to desire.

It is the business of a comic poet to paint the vices and follies of human kind.