Wit and judgment often are at strife.
A fellow feeling makes us wondrous kind.
Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet To run amuck, and tilt at all I meet.
There goes a saying, and 'twas shrewdly said, ''Old fish at table, but young flesh in bed.
Genuine religion is not so much a matter of feeling as a matter of principle.
Be thou the first true merit to befriend, his praise is lost who stays till all commend.