Oh, breathe not his name! let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid

Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?

The world meets nobody half way.

Your absence of mind we have borne, till your presence of body came to be called in question by it.

From a poor man, poor in Time, I was suddenly lifted up into a vast revenue; I could see no end of my possessions; I wanted some steward, or judicious bailiff, to manage my estates in Time for me.

A Persian's heaven is eas'ly made: 'T is but black eyes and lemonade.

A poor relation—is the most irrelevant thing in nature.