Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate.

Trust not yourself, but your defects to know, make use of every friend and every foe.

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.

Let such teach others who themselves excel, And censure freely who have written well.

Such labour'd nothings, in so strange a style, Amaze th' unlearn'd and make the learned smile.

Placed on this isthmus of a middle state.

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.