Pray steal me not, I'm Mrs. Dingley's, Whose heart in this four-footed thing lies.

Such a man, truly wise, creams off Nature leaving the sour and the dregs for philosophy and reason to lap up.

Falsehood flies, and truth comes limping after it, so that when men come to be undeceived, it is too late; the jest is over, and the tale hath had its effect.

For in reason, all government without the consent of the governed is the very definition of slavery.

The lack of belief is a defect that ought to be concealed when it cannot be overcome.

Though fear should lend him pinions like the wind, yet swifter fate will seize him from behind.

The affectation of some late authors to introduce and multiply cant words is the most ruinous corruption in any language.