The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

Himself a wand’rer from the narrow way,
His silly sheep, what wonder if they stray?
‘The Progress of Error’ (1782) l. 118
Remorse, the fatal egg by pleasure laid.
‘The Progress of Error’ (1782) l. 239
As creeping ivy clings to wood or stone,
And hides the ruin that it feeds upon,
So sophistry, cleaves close to, and protects
Sin’s rotten trunk, concealing its defects.
‘The Progress of Error’ (1782) l. 285
How much a dunce that has been sent to roam
Excels a dunce that has been kept at home.
‘The Progress of Error’ (1782) l. 415
Thou god of our idolatry, the press...
Thou fountain, at which drink the good and wise;
Thou ever-bubbling spring of endless lies;
Like Eden’s dread probationary tree,
Knowledge of good and evil is from thee.
‘The Progress of Error’ (1782) l. 461
Laugh at all you trembled at before.
‘The Progress of Error’ (1782) l. 592
The disencumbered Atlas of the state.
‘Retirement’ (1781) l. 394 (the statesman)
He likes the country, but in truth must own,
Most likes it, when he studies it in town.
‘Retirement’ (1782) l. 573
Philologists, who chase
A panting syllable through time and space,
Start it at home, and hunt it in the dark,
To Gaul, to Greece, and into Noah’s ark.
‘Retirement’ (1782) l. 691
‘Till authors hear at length, one gen’ral cry,
Tickle and entertain us, or we die.
The loud demand from year to year the same,
Beggars invention and makes fancy lame.
‘Retirement’ (1782) l. 707
Admirals extolled for standing still,
Or doing nothing with a deal of skill.
‘Table Talk’ (1782) l. 192
Freedom has a thousand charms to show,