How happy could I be with either, Were t'other dear charmer away!

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

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.

The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets.

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.

No author ever spar'd a brother.

Who talks much, must talk in vain.