How, Like A Moth, The Simple Maid

Praising All Alike, Is Praising None.

Fill It Up. I Take As Large Draughts Of Liquor As I Did Of Love. I Hate A Flincher In Either.

[gulliver Was Soon Being Read] "from The Cabinet Council To The Nursery".

You Can Only Be Called A Hypocrite If You Judge Others First.

Envy's A Sharper Spur Than Pay: No Author Ever Spar'd A Brother; Wits Are Gamecocks To One Another.