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

Music has charms to soothe a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. I've read that things inanimate have moved, and, as with living souls, have been inform'd, by magic numbers and persuasive sound.

I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a cellar.

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.

Women like flames have a destroying power; never to be quenched till they themselves devour.

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

I know that’s a secret, for it’s whispered everywhere.