The World Meets Nobody Half Way.

A Persian's Heaven Is Eas'ly Made: 't Is But Black Eyes And Lemonade.

He Has Left Off Reading Altogether, To The Great Improvement Of His Originality.

Our Appetites, Of One Or Another Kind, Are Excellent Spurs To Our Reason, Which Might Otherwise But Feebly Set About The Great Ends Of Preserving And Continuing The Species.

The Good Things Of Life Are Not To Be Had Singly, But Come To Us With A Mixture; Like A School-boy's Holiday, With A Task Affixed To The Tail Of It.

Half As Sober As A Judge.