When Of A Gossiping Circle It Was

Satires And Lampoons On Particular People Circulate More By Giving Copies In Confidence To The Friends Of The Parties, Than By Printing Them.

No Scandal About Queen Elizabeth, I Hope?

Wit Loses Its Point When Dipped In Malice.

Madam, A Circulating Library In A Town Is As An Evergreen Tree Of Diabolical Knowledge; It Blossoms Through The Year. And Depend On It That They Who Are So Fond Of Handling The Leaves, Will Long For The Fruit At Last.

I Had Rather Follow You To Your Grave Than See You Owe Your Life To Any But A Regular-bred Physician.