All looks yellow to a jaundiced eye.

Is there a parson much bemused in beer, a maudlin poetess, a rhyming peer, a clerk foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, who pens a stanza when he should engross?

In faith and hope the world will disagree, but all mankind's concern is charity.

When I die, I should be ashamed to leave enough to build me a monument if there were a wanting friend above ground. I would enjoy the pleasure of what I give by giving it alive and seeing another enjoy it.

The most positive men are the most credulous, since they most believe themselves, and advise most with their falsest flatterer and worst enemy--their own self-love.

To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite, who never mentions hell to ears polite.

Art still followed where Rome's eagles flew.