Apr 22, 1707 - Oct 8, 1754
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Money is the fruit of evil, as often as the root of it.
Some folks rail against other folks, because other folks have what some folks would be glad of.
It is not death, but dying, which is terrible.
Conscience--the only incorruptible thing about us.
There is nothing a man of good sense dreads in a wife so much as her having more sense than himself.
He that can heroically endure adversity will bear prosperity with equal greatest of the soul; for the mind that cannot be dejected by the former is not likely to be transported without the latter.
Worth begets in base minds, envy; in great souls, emulation.
Great joy, especially after a sudden change of circumstances, is apt to be silent, and dwells rather in the heart than on the tongue.
The prudence of the best heads is often defeated by tenderness of the best hearts.
Petition me no petitions, Sir, to-day;<br /> Let other hours be set apart for business,<br /> To-day it is our pleasure to be drunk;<br /> And this our queen shall be as drunk as we.
This story will never go down.
When mighty roast beef was the Englishman's food<br /> It ennobled our hearts and enriched our blood--<br /> Our soldiers were brave and our courtiers were good.<br /> Oh! the roast beef of England.<br /> And Old England's roast beef.
Republic of letters.
The modesty's a candle to thy merit.
When I'm not thank'd at all, I'm thank'd enough:<br /> I've done my duty, and I've done no more.
The blackest ink of fate are sure my lot,<br /> And when fate writ my name it made a blot.
None of our political writers . . . take notice of any more than <br />three estates, namely, Kings, Lords and Commons . . . passing by <br />in silence that very large and powerful body which form the <br />fourth estate in the community . . . the Mob.
So when two dogs are fighting in the streets,<br /> When a third dog one of the two dogs meets:<br /> With angry teeth he bites him to the bone,<br /> And this dog smarts for what that dog has done.
Can any man have a higher notion of the rule of right and the <br />eternal fitness of things?
Yes, I had two strings to my bow; both golden ones, egad! and <br />both cracked.
Handsome is that handsome does.
Amiable weakness.
Illustrious predecessors.
But me no buts.
Wine is a turncoat; first a friend and then an enemy.
Love and scandal are the best sweeteners of tea.
The prudence of the best heads is often defeated by the tenderness of the best hearts
Now, in reality, the world have paid too great a compliment to criti
