Don't Let Us Make Imaginary Evils, When

There Is One Way By Which A Strolling Player May Be Ever Secure Of Success; That Is, In Our Theatrical Way Of Expressing It, To Make A Great Deal Of The Character. To Speak And Act As In Common Life Is Not Playing, Nor Is It What People Come To See; Natural Speaking, Like Sweet Wine, Runs Glibly Over The Palate And Scarcely Leaves Any Taste Behind It; But Being High In A Part Resembles Vinegar, Which Grates Upon The Taste, And One Feels It While He Is Drinking.

It Seemed To Me Pretty Plain, That They Had More Of Love Than Matrimony In Them.

Alike All Ages. Dames Of Ancient Days Have Led Their Children Through The Mirthful Maze, And The Gay Grandsire, Skill'd In Gestic Lore, Has Frisk'd Beneath The Burden Of Threescore.

When Any One Of Our Relations Was Found To Be A Person Of A Very Bad Character, A Troublesome Guest, Or One We Desired To Get Rid Of, Upon His Leaving My House I Ever Took Care To Lend Him A Riding-coat, Or A Pair Of Boots, Or Sometimes A Horse Of Small Value, And I Always Had The Satisfaction Of Finding He Never Came Back To Return Them.

And What Is Friendship But A Name, A Charm That Lulls To Sleep, A Shade That Follows Wealth Or Fame, And Leaves The Wretch To Weep?