An Englishman Fears Contempt More Than Death.

Fancy Restrained May Be Compared To A Fountain, Which Plays Highest By Diminishing The Aperture.

The Mind Is Ever Ingenious In Making Its Own Distress.

I Can't Say Whether We Had More Wit Among Us Now Than Usual, But I Am Certain We Had More Laughing, Which Answered The End As Well.

All The Bloomy Flush Of Life Is Fled.

One Writer, For Instance, Excels At A Plan Or A Title Page, Another Works Away At The Body Of The Book, And A Third Is A Dab At An Index.