The most amiable animals when hungry become ill-tempered: our best friends employ the time they are kept waiting, in recollecting and repeating any real faults we have, and attributing to us a thousand imaginary ones.
Ill-bred beings, who indulge their own caprice, regardless how they wound the feelings of others, if they possess brilliant and useful talents, may occasionally be endured as convenient tools; but deceive themselves sadly, even though they possess all the wisdom, and all the wit in the world, if they fancy they can ever be esteemed as friends.
Wait for no one: as soon as the clock strikes, say grace, and begin the business of the day,
“And good digestion wait on appetite,
And health on both.”
MANNERS MAKE THE MAN.
Good manners have often made the fortune of many, who have had nothing else to recommend them:
Ill manners have as often marred the hope of those who have had every thing else to advance them.
These regulations may appear a little rigorous to those phlegmatic philosophers,
“Who, past all pleasures, damn the joys of sense,
With rev’rend dulness and grave impotence,”
and are incapable of comprehending the importance (especially when many are invited) of a truly hospitable entertainment: but genuine connoisseurs in the science of good cheer will vote us thanks for our endeavours to initiate well-disposed amateurs.