Let opening roses knotted oaks adorn, And liquid amber drop from every thorn.
Let Joy or Ease, let Affluence or Content, And the gay Conscience of a life well spent, Calm ev’ry thought, inspirit ev’ry grace, Glow in thy heart, and smile upon thy face.
Some have at first for wits, then poets passed, Turned critics next, and proved plain fools at last.
I lisp’d in numbers, for the numbers came.
Wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
Sure of their qualities and demanding praise, more go to ruined fortunes than are raised.
Who sees pale Mammom pine amidst his store, Sees but a backward steward for the poor.
Grave authors say, and witty poets sing, That honest wedlock is a glorious thing.
Authors, like coins, grow dear as they grow old.
A gen’rous heart repairs a sland’rous tongue.
What will a child learn sooner than a song?
A patriot is a fool in ev’ry age.
For critics, as they are birds of prey, have ever a natural inclination to carrion.
I believe no one qualification is so likely to make a good writer, as the power of rejecting his own thoughts.
Every man has just as much vanity as he wants understanding.
All nature’s diff’rence keeps all nature’s peace.
Physicians are in general the most amiable companions and the best friends, as well as the most learned men I know.
Only music has the ability to take you to the edge of reality and allow you to peek in for a moment.
Ah! why, ye Gods, should two and two make four?
While man exclaims, “See all things for my use!” “See man for mine!” replies a pamper’d goose.