I Hate The French Because They Are

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.

With Disadvantages Enough To Bring Him To Humility, A Scotsman Is One Of The Proudest Things Alive.

Remote, Unfriended, Melancholy, Slow, Or By The Lazy Scheld Or Wandering Po.

I Do Not Love A Man Who Is Zealous For Nothing.

Friendship Is A Disinterested Commerce Between Equals; Love, An Abject Intercourse Between Tyrants And Slaves.