What is fame? a fancied life in others' breath.
On wrongs swift vengeance waits.
Our judgments, like our watches, none go just alike, yet each believes his own
True Wit is Nature to advantage dress'd What oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd; Something whose truth convinced at sight we find, That gives us back the image of our mind. As shades more sweetly recommend the light, So modest plainness sets off sprightly wit.
Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God, afraid of me.
Who are next to knaves? Those that converse with them.