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Fool beckons fool, and dunce awakens dunce.

Wherever waves can roll, and winds can blow.

It can't be Nature, for it is not sense.

No tribute is laid on castles in the air.

Greatly his foes he dreads, but more his friends; He hurts me most who lavishly commends.

Even in a hero's heart
Discretion is the better part.

Genius is independent of situation.

The best things carried to excess are wrong.

Drawn by conceit from reason's plan
How vain is that poor creature man;
How pleas'd in ev'ry paltry elf
To grate about that thing himself.

Fashion
a word which knaves and fools may use, Their knavery and folly to excuse.

With that malignant envy which turns pale, And sickens, even if a friend prevail.

Genius is of no country.

Wit, who never once Forgave a brother, shall forgive a dunce.

Genius is nothing more than inflamed enthusiasm.

Who, with tame cowardice familiar grown, would hear my thoughts, but fear to speak their own.

The more haste, ever the worst speed.

A servile race Who, in mere want of fault, all merit place; Who blind obedience pay to ancient schools, Bigots to Greece, and slaves to musty rules.

To copy faults is want of sense.

England a fortune-telling host, As num'rous as the stars, could boast; Matrons, who toss the cup, and see The grounds of Fate in grounds of tea ...

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.

Who all in raptures their own works rehearse, And drawl out measur'd prose, which they call verse.

Though by whim, envy, or resentment led, they damn those authors whom they never read.

Though folly, robed in purple, shines, Though vice exhausts Peruvian mines, Yet shall they tremble and turn pale When satire wields her mighty flail.

Prudent dullness marked him for a mayor.

All hunt for fame, but most mistake the way.

Whom drink made wits, though nature made them fools.

Constant attention wears the active mind, Blots out our pow'rs, and leaves a blank behind.

Knaves starve not in the land of fools.

Weak is that throne, and in itself unsound,
Which takes not solid virtue for its ground.

Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air.

With curious art the brain, too finely wrought, Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought.

Amongst the sons of men how few are known Who dare be just to merit not their own.

On the four aces doom'd to roll.

Keep up appearances; there lies the test. The world will give thee credit for the rest.

The laws I love; the lawyers I suspect.

Quick-circulating slanders mirth afford; and reputation bleeds in every word.

If honor calls, where'er she points the way
The sons of honor follow, and obey.

Fame is nothing but an empty name.

Childhood, who like an April morn appears,
Sunshine and rain, hopes clouded o'er with fears.

The danger chiefly lies in acting well; no crime's so great as daring to excel.

Man and wife, Coupled together for the sake of strife.

And reputation bleeds in ev'ry word.

Those who raise envy will easily incur censure.

The oak, when living, monarch of the wood; The English oak, which, dead, commands the flood.

Genius is of no country; her pure ray Spreads all abroad, as general as the day.

Who often, but without success, have prayed for apt Alliteration's artful aid.

Nature listening stood, whilst Shakespeare play'd
And wonder'd at the work herself had made.

With various readings stored his empty skull, Learn'd without sense, and venerably dull.

Ourselves are to ourselves the cause of ill.

By different methods different men excel, but where is he who can do all things well?

England, a happy land we know,
Where follies naturally grow,
Where without culture they arise,
And tow'r above the common size.

A joke's a very serious thing.

Those who would make us feel, must feel themselves.

Men the most infamous are fond of fame, And those who fear not guilt yet start at shame.

To copy beauty forfeits all pretense to fame; to copy faults is want of sense.

Be England what she will, with all her faults she is my country still.

The proud will sooner lose than ask their way.

He mouths a sentence as curs mouth a bone.

The rigid saint, by whom no mercy's shown To saints whose lives are better than his own.