Do you think I was born in a wood to be afraid of an owl?

A tavern is a place where madness is sold by the bottle.

It is the folly of too many to mistake the echo of a London coffee-house for the voice of the kingdom.

The axe of intemperance has lopped off his green boughs and left him a withered trunk.

The preaching of divines helps to preserve well-inclined men in the course of virtue, but seldom or ever reclaims the vicious.

I have been assured by a very knowing American of my acquaintance in London, that a young healthy child well nursed is at a year old a most delicious, nourishing, and wholesome food, whether stewed, roasted, baked, or boiled; and I make no doubt that it will equally serve in a fricassee or a ragout.

How is it possible to expect that mankind will take advice when they will not so much as take warning.