The bulk of mankind is as well equipped for flying as thinking.

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.

I never knew a man come to greatness or eminence who lay abed late in the morning.

Under the rose, since here are none but friends, To own the truth we have some private ends.

I forget whether advice be among the lost things which Ariosto says are to be found in the moon: that and time ought to have been there.

Men of wit, learning and virtue might strike out every offensive or unbecoming passage from plays.

What we call the Irish Brogue is no sooner discovered, than it makes the deliverer, in the last degree, ridiculous and despised; and, from such a mouth, an Englishman expects nothing but bulls, blunders, and follies.