Defer not till to-morrow to be wise, To-morrow's Sun to thee may never rise; Or should to-morrow chance to cheer thy sight With her enlivening and unlook'd for light, How grateful will appear her dawning rays! As favours unexpected doubly please.

I am a fool, I know it; and yet, Heaven help me, I'm poor enough to be a wit.

If happiness in self-content is placed, The wise are wretched, and fools only blessed.

Fear comes from uncertainty. When we are absolutely certain, whether of our worth or worthlessness, we are almost impervious to fear.

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

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

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