Authors are partial to their wit, 'tis true, But are not critics to their judgment, too?

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

There is nothing that is meritorious but virtue and friendship.

The scripture in times of disputes is like an open town in times of war, which serves in differently the occasions of both parties.

Then, at the last and only couplet fraught With some unmeaning thing they call a thought, A needless Alexandrine ends the song, That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.

One self-approving hour whole years outweighs.

Whenever I find a great deal of gratitude in a poor man, I take it for granted there would be as much generosity if he were a rich man.