The greatest men May ask a foolish question, now and then.

- John Wolcot

It is money makes the mare to trot.

- John Wolcot

A fellow in a market town, Most musical, cried razors up and down.

- John Wolcot

Thus every dog at last will have his day - He who this morning smiled, at night may sorrow; The grub today's a butterfly tomorrow.

- John Wolcot

With vivid words your just conceptions grace, Much truth compressing in a narrow space; Then many shall peruse, but few complain, And envy frown, and…

- John Wolcot

Some one has said of a fine and honorable old age, that it was the childhood of immortality.

- John Wolcot

To wear long faces, just as if our Maker, The God of goodness, was an undertaker.

- John Wolcot

Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt, And every grin so merry draws one out.

- John Wolcot

Midas, they say, possessed the art of old; Of turning whatsoe'er he touch'd to gold; This modern statesmen can reverse with ease - Touch them with go…

- John Wolcot