"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…"

"Obliged by hunger and request of friends."

"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."