Genius is of no country.

The danger chiefly lies in acting well; no crime's so great as daring to excel.

Be England what she will, With all her faults she is my country still.

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.

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.

Keep up appearances; there lies the test. The world will give thee credit for the rest.

The laws I love; the lawyers I suspect.