And seem to walk on wings, and tread in air.
Some praise at morning what they blame at night, but always think the last opinion right.
Fondly we think we honor merit then, when we but praise ourselves in other men.
Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
An honest man's the noblest work of God.
A perfect judge will read each word of wit with the same spirit that its author writ.