All his faults are such that one loves him still the better for them.
A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year.
Mortifications are often more painful than real calamities.
Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and shew'd how fields were won.
An emperor in his nightcap will not meet with half the respect of an emperor with a crown.
The malicious sneer is improperly called laughter.