A wise physician, skill'd our wounds to heal, is more than armies to the public weal.

Men, some to business, some to pleasure take; But every woman is at heart a rake.

A work of art that contains theories is like an object on which the price tag has been left.

Such labour'd nothings, in so strange a style, Amaze th' unlearn'd and make the learned smile.

A mighty maze! But not without a plan.

Pleas'd look forward, pleas'd to look behind,And count each birthday with a grateful mind.

The zeal of fools offends at any time.