Pride is still aiming at the best houses: Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell; aspiring to be angels men rebel.

An honest man's the noblest work of God.

Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear; Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend.

No louder shrieks to pitying heaven are cast, When husbands or lap-dogs breathe their last.

The greatest advantage I know of being thought a wit by the world is, that it gives one the greater freedom of playing the fool.

Wit and judgment often are at strife.

I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.