Where They Do Agree On The Stage,

To Smile At The Jest Which Plants A Thorn In Another's Breast Is To Become A Principal In The Mischief.

I Hate To See Prudence Clinging To The Green Suckers Of Youth; 'tis Like Ivy Round A Sapling, And Spoils The Growth Of The Tree.

No Scandal About Queen Elizabeth, I Hope?

If I Reprehend Anything In This World, It Is The Use Of My Oracular Tongue, And A Nice Derangement Of Epitaphs!

A Circulating Library In A Town Is As An Evergreen Tree Of Diabolical Knowledge.