"I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polish'd manners and fine sense, Yet wanting sensibility)…"

"Now let us sing, long live the king."

"Wer nicht mit mir ist, der ist wider mich."

"Could he with reason murmur at his case, Himself sole author of his own disgrace?"

"Man disobeys, and deity disowns me."

"But oars alone can ne'er prevail To reach the distant coast; The breath of Heaven must swell the sail, Or all the toi…"

"Damned below Judas; more abhorred than he was."

"Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, While meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely kno…"

"Fate steals along with silent tread, Found oftenest in what least we dread, Frowns in the storm with angry brow, But …"

"Oh! I could thresh his old jacket till I made his pension jingle in his pockets."