With various readings stored his empty skull, Learn'd without sense, and venerably dull.
On the four aces doom'd to roll.
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.
A joke's a very serious thing.
Though by whim, envy, or resentment led, they damn those authors whom they never read.