Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.
There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.
If a great man struggling with misfortunes is a noble object, a little man that despises them is no contemptible one.
There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.
The few that pray at all pray oft amiss.
The man that hails you Tom or Jack, and proves by thumps upon your back how he esteems your merit, is such a friend, that one had need be very much his friend indeed to pardon or to bear it.