Who, with tame cowardice familiar grown, would hear my thoughts, but fear to speak their own.
Quick-circulating slanders mirth afford; and reputation bleeds in every word.
A joke's a very serious thing.
When fiction rises pleasing to the eye, men will believe, because they love the lie; but truth herself, if clouded with a frown, must have some solemn proof to pass her down.
Genius is of no country.
Who often, but without success, have prayed for apt Alliteration's artful aid.