Nothing but truth is lovely, nothing fair.
Now two punctilious envoys, Thine and Mine, Embroil the earth about a fancied line; And, dwelling much on right and much on wrong, Prove how the right is chiefly with the strong.
Whatever we well understand we express clearly, and words flow with ease.
A fool always finds a greater fool to admire him.
Every age has its pleasures, its style of wit, and its own ways.
But satire, ever moral, ever new, Delights the reader and instructs him, too. She, if good sense refine her sterling page, Oft shakes some rooted folly of the age.