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

There's a strange something, which without a brain Fools feel, and which e'en wise men can't explain, Planted in man, to bind him to that earth, I….

When fiction rises pleasing to the eye, men will believe, because they love the lie; but truth herself, if clouded with a frown, must have some solem….

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

He hurts me most who lavishly commends..

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

No two on earth in all things can agree; All have some darling singularity; Women and men, as well as girls and boys, In gewgaws take delight, and si….

Little do such men know the toil, the pains, the daily, nightly racking of the brains, to range the thoughts, the matter to digest, to cull fit phras….

This a sacred rule we find Among the nicest of mankind, (Which never might exception brook From Hobbes even down to Bolingbroke,) To doubt of facts, ….

No tribute is laid on castles in the air..

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

On the four aces doom'd to roll..

Gipsies, who every ill can cure, Except the ill of being poor Who charms 'gainst love and agues sell, Who can in hen-roost set a spell, Prepar'd by a….

The Scots are poor, cries surly English pride; True is the charge, nor by themselves denied. Are they not then in strictest reason clear, Who wisely ….

The virtuous to those mansions go Where pleasures unembitter'd flow, Where, leading up a jocund band, Vigor and Youth dance hand in hand, Whilst Zeph….

The laws I love; the lawyers I suspect..

The stage I chose--a subject fair and free-- 'Tis yours--'tis mine--'tis public property. All common exhibitions open lie, For praise or censure, to ….

The proud will sooner lose than ask their way..

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

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

Whom drink made wits, though nature made them fools..