True Wit is Nature to advantage dress'd What oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd; Something whose truth convinced at sight we find, That gives us back the image of our mind. As shades more sweetly recommend the light, So modest plainness sets off sprightly wit.

There is nothing wanting to make all rational and disinterested people in the world of one religion, but that they should talk together every day.

Oh, blindness to the future! kindly giv'n, That each may fill the circle mark'd by heaven.

Some judge of authors' names, not works, and then Nor praise nor blame the writings, but the men.

Men, some to business, some to pleasure take; But every woman is at heart a rake.

Pride is still aiming at the best houses: Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell; aspiring to be angels men rebel.

There is nothing that is meritorious but virtue and friendship.