Authors are partial to their wit, 'tis true, But are not critics to their judgment, too?

Woman's at best a contradiction still.

Why has not Man a microscopic eye? For this plain reason, Man is not a Fly. Say what the use, were finer optics giv'n, T' inspect a mite, not comprehend the heav'n.

Wine lets no lover unrewarded go.

A king may be a tool, a thing of straw; but if he serves to frighten our enemies, and secure our property, it is well enough; a scarecrow is a thing of straw, but it protects the corn.

The greatest magnifying glasses in the world are a man's own eyes when they look upon his own person.

Love finds an altar for forbidden fires.