Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine! - Oliver Goldsmith

I was ever of the opinion that the honest man who married and brought up a large family, did more service than he who continued single, and only talked of population.

All his faults are such that one loves him still the better for them.

In arguing too, the parson owned his skill,
For e'en though vanquished, he could argue still;
While words of learned length, and thundering sound
Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around;
And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew,
That one small head could carry all he knew.