Hope was a steady friend of the disappointed, and Impudence incited them to accept a second invitation, and lay their claim again before Patronage

If the poetry of Milton be examined, it will appear that he has performed all that our language would admit.

There must be a time in which every man trifles; and the only choice that nature offers us, is, to trifle in company or alone.

Confirmed and animated by this illustrious precedent, I shall continue my inquiries into Milton’s art of versification.

If Truth could be heard, she must be obeyed.

It is certain that any wild wish or vain imagination never takes such firm possession of the mind, as when it is found empty and unoccupied.

I beg once again, Mr. Rambler, to know whether I am not as wise as my aunt.

Those who lay out time or money in assembling matter for contemplation, are doubtless entitled to some degree of respect.