Pride, ill nature, and want of sense are the three great sources of ill manners; without some one of these defects, no man will behave himself ill for want of experience, or what, in the language of fools, is called knowing the world |
Promises and pie-crust are made to be broken. |
Promises and Pye-Crusts - are made to be broken |
Proper words in proper places make the true definition of style. |
Punning is an art of harmonious jingling upon words, which, passing in at the ears, excites a titillary motion in those parts; and this, being conveyed by the animal spirits into the muscles of the face, raises the cockles of the heart |
Reason is a very light rider, and easily shook off |
Satire is a sort of glass, wherein beholders do generally discover everybody's face but their own; which is the chief reason for that kind of reception it meets in the world, and that so very few are offended with it. |
Satire is a sort of glass, wherein beholders do generally discover everybody's face but their own. |
She looks as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth |
She wears her clothes as if they are thrown on with a pitchfork |
So geographers, in Africa maps, With savage pictures fill their gaps, And o'er uninhabitable downs Place elephants for want of towns |
So weak thou art that fools thy power despise; And yet so strong, thou triumph'st o'er the wise. |
So, naturalists observe, a flea - Hath smaller fleas that on him prey; And these have smaller still to bite 'em; And so proceed ad infinitum |
Some men, under the notion of weeding out prejudices, eradicate virtue, honesty, and religion |
Strange an astrologer should die, without one wonder in the sky |