'Tis not enough your counsel still be true; Blunt truths more mischief than nice falsehoods do.
Simplicity is the mean between ostentation and rusticity.
That each from other differs, first confess; next that he varies from himself no less.
Whether the charmer sinner it, or saint it, If folly grow romantic, I must paint it.
A naked lover bound and bleeding lies!
Who dare to love their country, and be poor.