Who often, but without success, have prayed for apt Alliteration's artful aid.
Quick-circulating slanders mirth afford; and reputation bleeds in every word.
Whom drink made wits, though nature made them fools.
Those who would make us feel must feel themselves.
The danger chiefly lies in acting well; no crime's so great as daring to excel.
He hurts me most who lavishly commends.