So vast is art, so narrow human wit.
Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.
Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss.
An atheist is but a mad, ridiculous derider of piety, but a hypocrite makes a sober jest of God and religion; he finds it easier to be upon his knees than to rise to a good action.
Party-spirit at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.
Therefore they who say our thoughts are not our own because they resemble the Ancients, may as well say our faces are not our own, because they are like our Fathers: And indeed it is very unreasonable, that people should expect us to be Scholars, and yet be angry to find us so.