From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.

A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn.

The character of covetousness, is what a man generally acquires more through some niggardliness or ill grace in little and inconsiderable things, than in expenses of any consequence.

Pride is still aiming at the best houses: Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell; aspiring to be angels men rebel.

When much dispute has past, we find our tenets just the same as last.

Words are like Leaves; and where they most abound, Much Fruit of Sense beneath is rarely found.

A perfect woman's but a softer man.