Whom drink made wits, though nature made them fools.
Be England what she will, With all her faults she is my country still.
Those who would make us feel must feel themselves.
A joke's a very serious thing.
England a fortune-telling host, As num'rous as the stars, could boast; Matrons, who toss the cup, and see The grounds of Fate in grounds of tea.
The danger chiefly lies in acting well; no crime's so great as daring to excel.