At ev'ry word a reputation dies.

No, make me mistress to the man I love; If there be yet another name more free More fond than mistress, make me that to thee!

Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land? All fear, none aid you, and few understand.

Dear, damned, distracting town, farewell! Thy fools no more I'll tease: This year in peace, ye critics, dwell, Ye harlots, sleep at ease!

To be angry is to revenge the faults of others on ourselves.

Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man.

Atheists put on false courage and alacrity in the midst of their darkness and apprehensions, like children who, when they fear to go in the dark, will sing for fear.