The Rigid Saint, By Whom

Quick-circulating Slanders Mirth Afford; And Reputation Bleeds In Every Word.

Great Use They Have, When In The Hands Of One Like Me, Who Understands, Who Understands The Time And Place, The Person, Manner, And The Grace, Which Fools Neglect; So That We Find, If All The Requisites Are Join'd, From Whence A Perfect Joke Must Spring, A Joke's A Very Serious Thing.

He Hurts Me Most Who Lavishly Commends.

Be England What She Will, With All Her Faults She Is My Country Still.

The Best Things Carried To Excess Are Wrong.