No author ever spar'd a brother.

One common fate we both must prove; You die with envy, I with love.

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.

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

[Gulliver was soon being read] "from the cabinet council to the nursery".

From kings to cobblers 'tis the same; Bad servants wound their masters' fame.

Fair is the marigold, for pottage meet.