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What we say of a thing that has just come in fashion
And that which we do with the dead,
Is the name of the honestest man in the nation:
What more of a man can be said?
- punning epitaph on John Newbery, the publisher
Whatever be the motives which induce men to write,--whether avarice or fame,--the country becomes more wise and happy in which they most serve for instructors.
Whatever mitigates the woes or increases the happiness of others is a just criterion of goodness; and whatever injures society at large, or any individual in it, is a criterion of iniquity. One should not quarrel with a dog without a reason sufficient to vindicate one through all the courts of morality.
Whatever the skill of any country be in sciences, it is from excellence in polite learning alone that it must expect a character from posterity.
Where smiling Spring its earliest visit paid.
Whichever way we look the prospect is disagreeable. Behind, we have left pleasures we shall never enjoy, and therefore regret; and before, we see pleasures which we languish to possess, and are consequently uneasy till we possess them.
While fashion's brightest arts decoy, the heart, distrusting, asks if this be joy.
While selfishness joins hands with no one of the virtues, benevolence is allied to them all.
Winter, lingering, chills the lap of May.
Wit generally succeeds more from being happily addressed than from its native poignancy. A jest, calculated to spread at a gaming-table, may be received with, perfect indifference should it happen to drop in a mackerel-boat.
You can preach a better sermon with your life than with your lips.
Heroes themselves had fallen behind!
--Whene'er he went before.
- A Great Man [Admiration]
A night-cap deck'd his brows instead of bay,
A cap by night,--a stocking all the day.
- Description of an Author's Bedchamber,
in "Citizen of the World", Letter 30, "The Author's Club"
That dire disease, whose ruthless power
Withers the beauty's transient flower.
- Double Transformation (l. 75) [Disease]
And what is friendship but a name,
A charm that lulls to sleep;
A shade that follows wealth or fame,
And leaves the wretch to weep?
- Edwin and Angelina, or The Hermit (st. 19)
The king himself has follow'd her
When she has walk'd before.
- Elegy on Mrs. Mary Blaise [Admiration]
Good people all, with one accord,
Lament for Madame Blaize,
Who never wanted a good word--
From those who spoke her praise.
- Elegy on Mrs. Mary Blaize [Praise]
A kind and gentle heart he had,
To comfort friends and foes;
The naked every day he clad
When he put on his clothes.
- Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog
And in that town a dog was found,
As many dogs there be,
Both mongrel, puppy, whelp and hound,
And curs of low degree.
- Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog [Dogs]
The man recover'd of the bite,
The dog it was that died.
- Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog [Poison]
Thus 'tis with all; their chief and constant care
Is to seem everything but what they are.
- Epilogue to The Sisters (l. 25)
I hate the French because they are all slaves and wear wooden shoes.
- Essays (24 (1765 ed.)),
appeared in the "British Magazine", June, 1760
Measures, not men, have always been my mark.
- Good-Natured Man (act II) [Politics]
Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt:
It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.
- Haunch of Venison [Luxury]
Taught by that Power that pities me,
I learn to pity them.
- Hermit (st. 6) [Pity]
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