What frenzy dictates, jealousy believes
Of all the fools that pride can boast, A Coxcomb claims distinction most.
Whoever heard a man of fortune in England talk of the necessaries of life? . . . Whether we can afford it or no, we must have superfluities.
From kings to cobblers 'tis the same; Bad servants wound their masters' fame.
[Gulliver was soon being read] "from the cabinet council to the nursery".
What will not luxury taste? Earth, sea, and air, Are daily ransack'd for the bill of fare. Blood stuffed in skins is British Christians' food, And France robs marshes of the croaking brood.