Whom drink made wits, though nature made them fools.
The best things carried to excess are wrong.
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.
Who often, but without success, have prayed for apt Alliteration's artful aid.
Genius is of no country.
The laws I love; the lawyers I suspect.