Falsehood flies, and the truth comes limping after it.
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.
I love good creditable acquaintance; I love to be the worst of the company.
In oratory the greatest art is to hide art.
He was a bold man that first ate an oyster.
Though fear should lend him pinions like the wind, yet swifter fate will seize him from behind.