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.

Vice is a monster of so frightful mien As to be hated needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.

No woman ever hates a man for being in love with her, but many a woman hate a man for being a friend to her.

Love the offender, yet detest the offense.

Monuments, like men, submit to fate.

What is fame? a fancied life in others' breath.

Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.