Amusement Is The Happiness Of Those Who

What Can Ennoble Sots, Or Slaves, Or Cowards? Alas! Not All The Blood, Of All The Howards.

I Am His Highness' Dog At Kew; Pray Tell Me, Sir, Whose Dog Are You?

Praise Undeserved, Is Satire In Disguise.

Many Men Have Been Capable Of Doing A Wise Thing, More A Cunning Thing, But Very Few A Generous Thing.

I Find Myself Hoping A Total End Of All The Unhappy Divisions Of Mankind By Party-spirit, Which At Best Is But The Madness Of Many For The Gain Of A Few.