Here am I, dying of a hundred good symptoms.

Our passions are like convulsion fits, which, though they make us stronger for a time, leave us the weaker ever after.

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

Some judge of authors' names, not works, and then Nor praise nor blame the writings, but the men.

Judge not of actions by their mere effect; Dive to the center, and the cause detect. Great deeds from meanest springs may take their course, And smallest virtues from a mighty source.

Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.

The most positive men are the most credulous.