Henry Fielding

Now, in reality, the world have paid too great a compliment to critics, and have imagined them to be men read more

Now, in reality, the world have paid too great a compliment to critics, and have imagined them to be men of much greater profundity then they really are.

Yes, I had two strings to my bow; both golden ones, egad! and
both cracked.

Yes, I had two strings to my bow; both golden ones, egad! and
both cracked.

Great joy, especially after a sudden change of circumstances, is apt to be silent, and dwells rather in the heart read more

Great joy, especially after a sudden change of circumstances, is apt to be silent, and dwells rather in the heart than on the tongue.

None of our political writers . . . take notice of any more than
three estates, namely, Kings, Lords read more

None of our political writers . . . take notice of any more than
three estates, namely, Kings, Lords and Commons . . . passing by
in silence that very large and powerful body which form the
fourth estate in the community . . . the Mob.

It is not death, but dying, which is terrible.

It is not death, but dying, which is terrible.