All nature is but art unknown to thee.

Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss.

Pride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence, and fills up all the mighty void of sense.

Not to go back is somewhat to advance, and men must walk, at least, before they dance.

It is very natural for a young friend and a young lover to think the persons they love have nothing to do but to please them.

No louder shrieks to pitying heaven are cast, When husbands or lap-dogs breathe their last.

A fly, a grape-stone, or a hair can kill.