I cannot but conclude the bulk of your natives to be the most…

Satire is a sort of glass, wherein beholders do generally discover everybody's face but their own.

Instead of dirt and poison we have rather chosen to fill our hives with honey and wax; thus furnishing mankind with the two noblest of things, which are sweetness and light.

I mean you lie—under a mistake.

He was a bold man that first ate an oyster.

Lord M. What religion is he of? Lord Sp. Why, he is an Anythingarian.

There are few, very few, that will own themselves in a mistake, though all the World sees them to be in downright nonsense.