We think our fathers fools, so wise we grow. Our wiser sons, no doubt will think us so.
For when success a lover's toil attends,Few ask, if fraud or force attain'd his ends
Old men, for the most part, are like old chronicles that give you dull but true accounts of times past, and are worth knowing only on that score.
Devotion's self shall steal a thought from heaven.
I am his Highness' dog at Kew; Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?
Search then the ruling passion: This clue, once found, unravels all the rest.