How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense, and love the offender, yet detest the offence?
The laughers are a majority.
Teach me to feel another's woe, to hide the fault I see, that mercy I to others show, that mercy show to me.
Wholesome solitude, the nurse of sense!
Rogues in rags are kept in countenance by rogues in ruffles.
I find myself hoping a total end of all the unhappy divisions of mankind by party-spirit, which at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.