This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air: thence I have follow’d it.

God defend the right.

I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.

Coward dogs most spend their mouths when what they seem to threaten runs far before them.

Oh! it offends me to the soul to hear a robust periwig-pated fellow, tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings.

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.

Speak low, if you speak love.