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

Be silent always when you doubt your sense.

Nothing is more certain than much of the force; as well as grace, of arguments or instructions depends their conciseness.

Fickle Fortune reigns, and, undiscerning, scatters crowns and chains.

And make each day a critic on the last.

The search of our future being is but a needless, anxious, and haste to be knowing, sooner than we can, what, without all this solicitude, we shall know a little later.

The villain's censure is extorted praise.