Brutes find out where their talents lie; A bear will not attempt to fly, A foundered horse will oft debate Before he tries a five barred gate. A dog by instinct turns aside Who sees the ditch too deep and wide, But man we find the only creature Who, led by folly, combats nature; Who, when she loudly cries-Forbear! With obstinacy fixes there; And where the genius least inclines, Absurdly bends his whole designs.

I know Sir John will go, though he was sure it would rain cats and dogs.

Strange an astrologer should die, without one wonder in the sky.

It is the talent of human nature to run from one extreme to another.

Big-endians and small-endians.

But you think that it is time for me to have done with the world, and so I would if I could get into a better before I was called into the best, and not die here in a rage, like a poisoned rat in a hole.

They say fingers were made before forks, and hands before knives.