Shame Arises From The Fear

No Man Was More Foolish When He Had Not A Pen In His Hand, Or More Wise When He Had

Why, Sir, Sherry Is Dull, Naturally Dull; But It Must Have Taken Him A Great Deal Of Pains To Become What We Now See Him. Such An Excess Of Stupidity, Sir, Is Not In Nature.

To Buried Merit Rise The Tardy Bust.

Corneille Is To Shakespeare As A Clipped Hedge Is To A Forest.

That There Is Something In Advice Very Useful And Salutary, Seems To Be Equally Confessed On All Hands; Since Even Those That Reject It, Allow For The Most Part That Rejection To Be Wrong, But Charge The Fault Upon The Unskilful Manner In Which It Is Given; They Admit The Efficacy Of The Medicine, But Abhor The Nauseousness Of The Vehicle.