No, make me mistress to the man I love; If there be yet another name more free More fond than mistress, make me that to thee!

True self-love and social are the same.

Of Manners gentle, of Affections mild; In Wit a man; Simplicity, a child.

An excuse is worse and more terrible than a lie; for an excuse is a lie guarded.

The greatest magnifying glasses in the world are a man's own eyes when they look upon his own person.

So upright Quakers please both man and God.

Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart. One self-approving hour whole years outweighs Of stupid starers and of loud huzzas; And more true joy Marcellus exil'd feels Than Cæsar with a senate at his heels. In parts superior what advantage lies? Tell (for you can) what is it to be wise? 'T is but to know how little can be known; To see all others' faults, and feel our own.