Undoubtedly, philosophers are in the right when they tell us that nothing is great or little otherwise than by comparison.

She wears her clothes as if they were thrown on with a pitchfork.

So geographers, in Africa maps, With savage pictures fill their gaps, And o'er uninhabitable downs Place elephants for want of towns

Apollo was held the god of physic and sender of disease. Both were originally the same trade, and still continue.

Satire is a sort of glass, wherein beholders do generally discover everybody's face but their own.

It is the folly of too many to mistake the echo of a London coffee-house for the voice of the kingdom.

Perpetual aiming at wit is a very bad part of conversation. It is done to support a character: it generally fails; it is a sort of insult on the company, and a restraint upon the speaker.