The Excellence Of The Mental Entertainment Consists

When Mighty Roast Beef Was The Englishman's Food It Ennobled Our Hearts And Enriched Our Blood-- Our Soldiers Were Brave And Our Courtiers Were Good. Oh! The Roast Beef Of England. And Old England's Roast Beef.

Contempt Of Others Is The Truest Symptom Of A Base And Bad Heart,--while It Suggests Itself To The Mean And The Vile, And Tickles There Little Fancy On Every Occasion, It Never Enters The Great And Good Mind But On The Strongest Motives; Nor Is It Then A Welcome Guest,--affording Only An Uneasy Sensation, And Bringing Always With It A Mixture Of Concern And Compassion.

The Same Animal Which Hath The Honour To Have Some Part Of His Flesh Eaten At The Table Of A Duke, May Perhaps Be Degraded In Another Part,and Some Of His Limbs Gibbeted, As It Were, In The Vilest Stall In Town.

Great Vices Are The Proper Objects Of Our Detestation, Smaller Faults Of Our Pity, But Affectation Appears To Be The Only True Source Of The Ridiculous.

It Is Not Enough That Your Designs, Nay That Your Actions, Are Intrinsically Good, You Must Take Care They Shall Appear So.