Whether the charmer sinner it, or saint it, If folly grow romantic, I must paint it.

Some praise at morning what they blame at night, but always think the last opinion right.

A mighty maze! But not without a plan.

All looks yellow to the jaundiced eye. [and therefore the solution is to fix the jaundiced eye.]

Authors are partial to their wit, 'tis true, But are not critics to their judgment, too?

Astrologers that future fates foreshow.

In men, we various ruling passions find; In women, two almost divide the kind Those, only fixed, they first or last obey, The love of pleasure, and the love of sway.