I Hate The French Because

Error Is Always Talkative.

Our Garrick 's A Salad; For In Him We See Oil, Vinegar, Sugar, And Saltness Agree!

Of Praise A Mere Glutton, He Swallow'd What Came, And The Puff A Dunce, He Mistook It For Fame; Till His Relish Grown Callous, Almost To Displease, Who Pepper'd The Highest Was Surest To Please.

Those Who Think Must Govern Those That Toil.

The Wisdom Of The Ignorant Somewhat Resembles The Instinct Of Animals; It Is Diffused In But A Very Narrow Sphere, But Within The Circle It Acts With Vigor, Uniformity, And Success.