Unlike my subject will I frame my song

At twelve you may walk, for at this time o' the year, The sun like your wit, is as mild, as 'tis clear: But mark in the meadows the ruin of Time; Take the hint, and let life be improv'd in its prime.

I foresee, that before the end of this century, the trade of both King and Priest will not be half so good a one as it has been.

I assisted at the birth of that most significant word "flirtation," which dropped from the most beautiful mouth in the world.

The chapter of knowledge is a very short, but the chapter of accidents is a very long one.

The idle story of the Pretender's having been introduced in a warming-pan, into the Queen's bed, though as destitute of all probability as of all foundation, has been much more prejudicial to the cause of Jacobitism, than all that Mr. …

Cheerful with wisdom, with innocence gay, And calm with your joys gently glide thro' the day. The dews of the evening most carefully shun — Those tears of the sky for the loss of the sun.