The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian domeOutlives in fame the pious fool that rais’d it.

Prithee don’t screw your wit beyond the compass of good manners.

I’ve lately had two spiders Crawling upon my startled hopes – Now though thy friendly hand has brushed ’em from me, Yet still they crawl offensive to mine eyes: I would have some kind friend to tread upon ’em.

So mourn’d the dame of Ephesus her love.

Old houses mended, Cost little less than new before they’re ended.

Oh, say! what is that thing call’d light, Which I must ne’er enjoy? What are the blessings of the sight? Oh, tell your poor blind boy!

It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts. After death they take on a firmer outline and then cease to change.

One had as good be out of the world, as out of the fashion

Off with his head - so much for Buckingham.

Tea! Thou soft, thou sober, sage, and venerable liquid, thou innocent pretence for bringing the wicked of both sexes together in a morning; thou female tongue-running, smile-smoothing, heart-opening, wink-tipping cordial, to whose glorious insipidity I owe the happiest moment of my life, let me fall prostrate thus, and adore thee.