Rogues in rags are kept in countenance by rogues in ruffles.

Some people will never learn anything, for this reason, because they understand everything too soon.

Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.

Where'er you walk cool gales shall fan the glade, Trees where you sit shall crowd into a shade. Where'er you tread the blushing flowers shall rise, And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.

Jarring interests of themselves create the according music of a well-mixed state.

The light of Heaven restore; Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more.

Never find fault with the absent.