An excuse is worse and more terrible than a lie; for an excuse is a lie guarded.
You beat your Pate, and fancy Wit will come: Knock as you please, there's no body at home.
Love the offender, yet detest the offense.
But Satan now is wiser than of yore, and tempts by making rich, not making poor.
The bookful blockhead ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head, With his own tongue still edifies his ears, And always list'ning to himself appears. All books he reads, and all he reads assails.
The Physician, by the study and inspection of urine and ordure, approves himself in the science; and in like sort should our author accustom and exercise his imagination upon the dregs of nature.