A brain of feathers, and a heart of lead.

A work of art that contains theories is like an object on which the price tag has been left.

Praise undeserved, is satire in disguise.

An atheist is but a mad, ridiculous derider of piety, but a hypocrite makes a sober jest of God and religion; he finds it easier to be upon his knees than to rise to a good action.

Where London's column, pointing at the skies, Like a tall bully, lifts the head, and lies.

A little learning is a dangerous thing; drink of it deeply, or taste it not, for shallow thoughts intoxicate the brain, and drinking deeply sobers us again.

No, make me mistress to the man I love; If there be yet another name more free More fond than mistress, make me that to thee!