"Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land."

"E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath day to me."

"Is there a parson much bemused in beer, A maudlin poetess, a rhyming peer, A clerk foredoom'd his father's soul to cr…"

"Friend to my life, which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song."

"Fired that the house rejects him, "'Sdeath! I 'll print it, And shame the fools.""

"No creature smarts so little as a fool."

"Destroy his fib, or sophistry — in vain! The creature's at his dirty work again."

"As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came."

"This long disease, my life."

"Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigued, I said; Tie up the knocker! say I'm sick, I'm dead."