A joke's a very serious thing.
With curious art the brain, too finely wrought, Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought.
No tribute is laid on castles in the air.
Those who would make us feel must feel themselves.
The laws I love; the lawyers I suspect.
When fiction rises pleasing to the eye, men will believe, because they love the lie; but truth herself, if clouded with a frown, must have some solemn proof to pass her down.