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.

Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare; And beauty draws us with a single hair.

Nay, fly to altars; there they'll talk you dead; For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

Sometimes virtue starves while vice is fed.

Cavil you may, but never criticise.

Dogs, ye have had your day!

Absent or dead, still let a friend be dear.