Words are like Leaves; and where they most abound, Much Fruit of Sense beneath is rarely found.

Health consists with temperance alone.

Content if hence th' unlearn'd their wants may view, The learn'd reflect on what before they knew.

Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.

Genius creates, and taste preserves. Taste is the good sense of genius; without taste, genius is only sublime folly.

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

No craving void left aching in the soul.