A fool must now and then be right, by chance
It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.
I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?
If a great man struggling with misfortunes is a noble object, a little man that despises them is no contemptible one.
The bird that flutters least is longest on the wing.
The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.