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

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

A perfect woman's but a softer man.

Find, if you can, in what you cannot change. Manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes, Tenets with books, and principles with times.

Did some more sober critics come abroad? If wrong, I smil'd; if right, I kiss'd the rod.

An excuse is worse and more terrible than a lie; for an excuse is a lie guarded.

Here thou, great Anna! Whom three realms obey, / Dost sometimes counsel take—and sometimes tea.