Teach me to feel another's woe. To hide the fault I see: That the merc >>
Behold the child, by nature's kindly law, pleased with a rattle, tickl >>
The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, and wretches hang that jurym >>
The trouble with young writers is that they are all in their sixties. >>
I was in a queer mood, thinking myself very old: but now I am a woman >>
You must not suppose, because I am a man of letters, that I never trie >>
Ten censure wrong, for one that writes amiss.