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.

There are come Critics so with Spleen diseased, They scarcely come inclining to be pleased: And sure he must have more than mortal Skill, Who please one against his Will.

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

'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.

No mask like open truth to cover lies, As to go naked is the best disguise.

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