Fondly we think we honor merit then, when we but praise ourselves in other men.

When I die, I should be ashamed to leave enough to build me a monument if there were a wanting friend above ground. I would enjoy the pleasure of what I give by giving it alive and seeing another enjoy it.

Vice is a monster of so frightful mien As to be hated needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.

No one should be ashamed to admit they are wrong, which is but saying, in other words, that they are wiser today than they were yesterday.

Wit and judgment often are at strife.

Some are bewildered in the maze of schools, And some made coxcombs nature meant but fools.

The laughers are a majority.