The surest way to health, say what they will, Is never to suppose we shall be ill; Most of the ills which we poor mortals know From doctors and imagination flow.

Those who would make us feel must feel themselves.

A joke's a very serious thing.

Quick-circulating slanders mirth afford; and reputation bleeds in every word.

The laws I love; the lawyers I suspect.

With curious art the brain, too finely wrought, Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought.

He mouths a sentence as curs mouth a bone.