Oh, The Pleasure Of Eating My Dinner

I Allow No Hot-beds In The Gardens Of Parnassus.

A Presentation Copy...is A Copy Of A Book Whoch Does Not Sell, Sent You By The Author, With His Foolish Autograph At The Beginning Of It; For Which, If A Stranger, He Only Demands Your Friendship; If A Brother Author, He Expects From You A Book Of Yours, Which Does Not Sell, In Return.

I Never Knew An Enemy To Puns Who Was Not An Ill-natured Man.

Reader, If You Are Gifted With Nerves Like Mine, Aspire To Any Character But That Of A Wit.

A Poor Relation Is The Most Irrelevant Thing In Nature, A Piece Of Non Pertinent Correspondence, An Odious Approximation, A Haunting Conscience, A Preposterous Shadow, Lengthening In The Noontide Of Our Prosperity.