Tis the privilege of friendship to talk nonsense, and to have nonsense respected.
Oh for a tongue to curse the slave Whose treason, like a deadly blight, Comes o'er the councils of the brave, And blasts them in their hour of might!
He is no lawyer who cannot take two sides.
A Persian's heaven is eas'ly made: 'T is but black eyes and lemonade.
Shut not thy purse-strings always against painted distress.
My motto is: Contented with little, yet wishing for more.