'T is an old maxim in the schools, That flattery 's the food of fools; Yet now and then your men of wit Will condescend to take a bit.

Bread is the staff of life.

A true critic, in the perusal of a book, is like a dog at a feast, whose thoughts and stomach are wholly set upon what the guests fling away, and consequently is apt to snarl most when there are the fewest bones.

Pride, ill nature, and want of sense, are the three great sources of ill manners.

If Heaven had looked upon riches to be a valuable thing, it would not have given them to such a scoundrel.

The worthiest people are the most injured by slander, as is the best fruit which the birds have been pecking at.

Rhetoric in serious discourses is like the flowers in corn; pleasing to those who come only for amusement, but prejudicial to him who would reap profit from it.