A pleasant companion is as good as a coach.
Pray steal me not, I'm Mrs. Dingley's, Whose heart in this four-footed thing lies.
Where Young must torture his invention To flatter knaves, or lose his pension.
I won't quarrel with my bread and butter.
Books, the children of the brain.
Pride, ill nature, and want of sense, are the three great sources of ill manners.