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.
A joke's a very serious thing.
It can't be Nature, for it is not sense.
Quick-circulating slanders mirth afford; and reputation bleeds in every word.
No tribute is laid on castles in the air.
Be England what she will, With all her faults she is my country still.