Big-endians and small-endians.
Lord, Madame, I have fed like a farmer; I shall grow as fat as a porpoise.
A poor spirit is poorer than a poor purse. A very few pounds a year would ease a man of the scandal of avarice.
When dunces are satiric, I take it for a panegyric.
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.
Pride, ill nature, and want of sense are the three great sources of ill manners; without some one of these defects, no man will behave himself ill for want of experience, or what, in the language of fools, is called knowing the world.