Then, at the last and only couplet fraught With some unmeaning thing they call a thought, A needless Alexandrine ends the song, That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.

Like Cato, give his little senate laws, and sit attentive to his own applause.

To observations which ourselves we make, we grow more partial for th' observer's sake.

There goes a saying, and 'twas shrewdly said, ''Old fish at table, but young flesh in bed.

She who ne'er answers till a husband cools, Or, if she rules him, never shows she rules; Charms by accepting, by submitting, sways, Yet has her humor most, when she obeys.

Some people are commended for a giddy kind of good-humor, which is as much a virtue as drunkenness.

The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read With loads of learned lumber in his head.