Genius is of no country.
He mouths a sentence as curs mouth a bone.
Keep up appearances; there lies the test. The world will give thee credit for the rest.
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.
Whom drink made wits, though nature made them fools.
Little do such men know the toil, the pains, the daily, nightly racking of the brains, to range the thoughts, the matter to digest, to cull fit phrases, and reject the rest.