Sometimes virtue starves while vice is fed.

Not to go back is somewhat to advance, and men must walk, at least, before they dance.

Consult the genius of the place, that paints as you plant, and as you work.

Say first, of god above or man below; what can we reason but from what we know.

She who ne'er answers till a husband cools, Or, if she rules him, never shows she rules; Charms by accepting, by submitting, sways, Yet has her humor most, when she obeys.

Talk what you will of taste, my friend, you'll find two of a face as soon as of a mind.

'Tis not enough your counsel still be true; Blunt truths more mischief than nice falsehoods do.