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

Presumptuous Man! the reason wouldst thou find,Why form'd so weak, so little, and so blind?First, if thou canst, the harder reason guess,Why form'd no weaker, blinder, and no less!Ask of thy mother earth, why oaks are madeTaller or stronger than the weeds they shade?Or ask of yonder argent fields above,Why Jove's Satellites are less than Jove?

A family is but too often a commonwealth of malignants.

We think our fathers fools, so wise we grow. Our wiser sons, no doubt will think us so.

Such labour'd nothings, in so strange a style, Amaze th' unlearn'd and make the learned smile.

Gentle dullness ever loves a joke.

From the moment one sets up for an author, one must be treated as ceremoniously, that is as unfaithfully, "as a king's favorite or a king.