Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet To run amuck, and tilt at all I meet.

Wit in conversation is only a readiness of thought and a facility of expression, or a quick conception and an easy delivery.

Lo, what huge heaps of littleness around!

Not always actions show the man; we find who does a kindness is not therefore kind.

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.

To the Elysian shades dismiss my soul, where no carnation fades.

And empty heads console with empty sound.