Breathe soft, ye winds! ye waves, in silence sleep!

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

Of all mechanics, of all servile handycrafts-men, a gamester is the vilest. But yet, as many of the quality are of the profession, he is admitted amongst the politest company.

A Wolf eats sheep but now and then; Ten thousands are devour'd by men. An open foe may prove a curse, but a pretend friend is worse.

I must have women - there is nothing unbends the mind like them.

Were I laid on Greenland's Coast, And in my Arms embrac'd my Lass; Warm amidst eternal Frost, Too soon the Half Year's Night would pass.

Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise. For envy is a kind of praise.