Genius is of no country; her pure ray Spreads all abroad, as general as the day.
Who to patch up his fame, or fill his purse, Still pilfers wretched plans, and makes them worse; Like gypsies, lest the stolen brat be known, Defacing first, then claiming for his own.
If you mean to profit, learn to praise.
On the four aces doom'd to roll.
A joke's a very serious thing.
The laws I love; the lawyers I suspect.