We Are As Liable To Be Corrupted

He That Dies Before Sixty, Of A Cold Or Consumption, Dies, In Reality, By A Violent Death.

With The Latitude Of Unbounded Scurrility, It Is Easy Enough To Attain The Character Of A Wit, Especially When It Is Considered How Wonderfully Pleasant It Is To The Generality Of The Public To See The Folly Of Their Acquaintance Exposed By A Third Person.

Now In Reality, The World Has Paid Too Great A Compliment To Critics, And Has Imagined Them To Be Men Of Much Greater Profundity Than They Really Are.

Want Compassion Is Not To Be Numbered Among The General Faults Of Mankind. The Black Ingredient Which Fouls Our Disposition Is Envy. Hence Our Eyes, It Is To Be Feared, Are Seldom Turned Up To Those Who Are Manifestly Greater, Better, Wiser, Or Happier Than Ourselves, Without Some Degree Of Malignity, We Commonly Look Downward On The Mean And Miserable With Sufficient Benevolence And Pity.

Enough Is Equal To A Feast.