Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide: If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.

If, presume not to God to scan; The proper study of Mankind is Man. Plac'd on this isthmus of a middle state, a being darkly wise, and rudely great.

Some old men, continually praise the time of their youth. In fact, you would almost think that there were no fools in their days, but unluckily they themselves are left as an example.

True disputants are like true sportsmen: their whole delight is in the pursuit.

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

A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state.

Be thou the first true merit to befriend, his praise is lost who stays till all commend.