Whom drink made wits, though nature made them fools.
A joke's a very serious thing.
Be England what she will, With all her faults she is my country still.
With various readings stored his empty skull, Learn'd without sense, and venerably dull.
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.
By different methods different men excel, but where is he who can do all things well?