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

I have ever hated all nations, professions, and communities, and all my love is toward individuals.

In all distresses of our friends We first consult our private ends; While Nature, kindly bent to ease us, Points out some circumstance to please us.

For want of a block, man will stumble at a straw.

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

A chuck under the chin is worth two kisses.

And surely one of the best rules in conversation is, never to say a thing which any of the company can reasonably wish had been left unsaid.