And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew,/ That one small head could carry all he knew.

Let schoolmasters puzzle their brain,/ With grammar, and nonsense, and learning,/ Good liquor, I stoutly maintain,/ Gives genius a better discerning.

The first blow is half the battle.

Some faults are so closely allied to qualities that it is difficult to weed out the vice without eradicating the virtue.

Every absurdity has a champion to defend it.