I hate the man who builds his name On ruins of another's fame. Thus prudes, by characters o'erthrown, Imagine that they raise their own. Thus Scribblers, covetous of praise, Think slander can transplant the bays.

Praising all alike, is praising none.

When we risk no contradiction, It prompts the tongue to deal in fiction.

To cheat a man isnothing; but the womanmust have fine parts indeed who cheats a woman!

Gamesters and highwaymen are generally very good to their whores, but they are very devils to their wives.

Who hath not heard the rich complain Of surfeits, and corporeal pain? He barr'd from every use of wealth, Envies the ploughman's strength and health.

I know you lawyers can with ease, Twist words and meanings as you please; That language, by your skill made pliant, Will bend to favour every client; That 'tis the fee directs the sense, To make out either side's pretense.