9 quotes
England, a happy land we know,
Where follies naturally grow.
The Ghost (1763)
Drawn by Conceit from Reason's plan,
How vain is that poor creature, Man!
How pleased is every paltry elf
To prate about that thing, himself.
The Ghost (1763)
And adepts in the speaking trade
Keep a cough by them ready made.
The Ghost (1763)
Why should we fear; and what? The laws?
They all are armed in virtue's cause;
And aiming at the self-same end,
Satire is always virtue's friend.
The Ghost (1763)
Within the brain's most secret cells
A certain Lord Chief Justice dwells,
Of sovereign power, whom, one and all,
With common voice, we Reason call.
The Ghost (1763)
Knaves starve not in the land of fools.
The Ghost (1763)
Just to the windward of the law.
The Ghost (1763)
A joke's a very serious thing.
The Ghost (1763)
The more haste, ever the worst speed.
The Ghost (1763)