A perfect judge will read each word of wit with the same spirit that its author writ.
The dull flat falsehood serves for policy, and in the cunning, truth's itself a lie.
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
All chance, direction, which thou canst not see
One self-approving hour whole years outweighs.
You purchase pain with all that joy can give and die of nothing but a rage to live.