Turn pimp, flatterer, quack, lawyer, parson, be chaplain to an atheist, or stallion to an old woman, anything but a poet; for a poet is worse, more servile, timorous and fawning than any I have named.

Guilt is ever at a loss, and confusion waits upon it; when innocence and bold truth are always ready for expression.

How hard a thing 'twould be to please you all.

Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing.

They are at the end of the gallery; retired to their tea and scandal, according to their ancient custom.

'Tis well enough for a servant to be bred at an University. But the education is a little too pedantic for a gentleman.

If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable.