| Quotes |
Topic |
| Adversity | In all distresses of our friends We first consult our private ends; While Nature, kindly bent to ease us, Points out some circumstance to please us. |
| Agriculture | And he gave it for his opinion, "that whoever could make two ears of corn, or two blades of grass, to grow upon a spot of ground where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country, than the whole race of politicians put together." |
| Ambition | Ambition often puts men upon doing the meanest offices; so climbing is performed in the same position with creeping. |
| Apparel | She wears her clothes as if they were thrown on her with a pitchfork. |
| Apples | How we apples swim. |
| Blind | There's none so blind as they that won't see. |
| Blindness | There's none so blind as they that won't see. |
| Censure | Censure is the tax a man pays to the public for being eminent. |
| Charity | Nothing is so hard for those who abound in riches to conceive how others can be in want. |
| Chastity | A nice man is a man of nasty ideas. |
| Complaint | Complaint is the largest tribute Heaven receives. |
| Conceit | Faith, that's as well said as if I had said it myself. |
| Cows | I warrant you lay abed till the cows came home. |
| Eating | Lord, Madame, I have fed like a farmer; I shall grow as fat as a porpoise. |
| Eating | They say fingers were made before forks, and hands before knives. |
| Eating | Bread is the staff of life. |
| Echo | Never sleeping, still awake, Pleasing most when most I speak; The delight of old and young, Though I speak without a tongue. Nought but one thing can confound me, Many voices joining round me, Then I fret, and rave, and gabble, Like the labourers of Babel. |
| Flattery | 'Tis an old maxim in the schools, That flattery's the food of fools; Yet now and then your men of wit Will condescend to take a bit. |
| Flattery | Where Young must torture his invention To flatter knaves, or lose his pension. |
| Fleas | So, naturalists observe, a flea Has smaller fleas that on him prey; And these have smaller still to bite 'em, And so proceed ad infinitum. Thus every poet in his kind Is bit by him that comes behind. |
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