chaos of thought and passion, all confus'd.
To err is human; to forgive, divine.
The vanity of human life is like a river, constantly passing away, and yet constantly coming on.
Who are next to knaves? Those that converse with them.
Man, like the generous vine, supported lives; the strength he gains is from the embrace he gives.
Talk what you will of taste, my friend, you'll find two of a face as soon as of a mind.