Nor Waste Their Sweetness In The Desert

Who Shall Dispute What The Reviewers Say? Their Word's Sufficient; And To Ask A Reason, In Such A State As Theirs, Is Downright Treason.

Ourselves Are To Ourselves The Cause Of Ill.

The Laws I Love; The Lawyers I Suspect.

Wit, Who Never Once Forgave A Brother, Shall Forgive A Dunce.

Genius Is Of No Country.