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

You beat your Pate, and fancy Wit will come: Knock as you please, there's no body at home.

Simplicity is the mean between ostentation and rusticity.

There is nothing that is meritorious but virtue and friendship.

For critics, as they are birds of prey, have ever a natural inclination to carrion.

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

In lazy apathy let stoics boast, their virtue fix'd: 't is fix'd as in a frost; contracted all, retiring to the breast; but strength of mind is exercise, not rest.