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

Here thou, great Anna! Whom three realms obey, / Dost sometimes counsel take—and sometimes tea.

Truth needs not flowers of speech.

I was not born for courts and great affairs, but I pay my debts, believe and say my prayers.

Whoe'er he be That tells my faults, I hate him mortally.

A tree is a nobler object than a prince in his coronation-robes.

Sure of their qualities and demanding praise, more go to ruined fortunes than are raised.