Whoever is king, is also the father of his country.

I confess freely to you, I could never look long upon a monkey, without very mortifying reflections.

A hungry wolf at all the herd will run, In hopes, through many, to make sure of one.

To converse with Scandal is to play at Losing Loadum, you must lose a good name to him, before you can win it for yourself.

Who pleases one against his will.

I am always of the opinion with the learned, if they speak first.

Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure; Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.