Fair words cost nothing.
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.
[Gulliver was soon being read] "from the cabinet council to the nursery".
Fair is the kingcup that in meadow blows, Fair is the daisy that beside her grows.
The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets.
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.