Conceit is to nature what paint is to beauty; it is not only needless, but it impairs what it would improve.

Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.

All looks yellow to the jaundiced eye. [and therefore the solution is to fix the jaundiced eye.]

Atheists put on false courage and alacrity in the midst of their darkness and apprehensions, like children who, when they fear to go in the dark, will sing for fear.

Let such teach others who themselves excel, And censure freely who have written well.

Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart. One self-approving hour whole years outweighs Of stupid starers and of loud huzzas; And more true joy Marcellus exil'd feels Than Cæsar with a senate at his heels. In parts superior what advantage lies? Tell (for you can) what is it to be wise? 'T is but to know how little can be known; To see all others' faults, and feel our own.

Who breaks a butterfly on a wheel?