For forms of government, let fools contest; Whate'er is best administered, is best.

There is nothing that is meritorious but virtue and friendship.

Know, Nature's children all divide her care, The fur that warms a monarch warmed a bear.

No craving void left aching in the soul.

I am his Highness' dog at Kew; Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?

To swear is neither brave, polite, nor wise.

At ev'ry word a reputation dies.