Whosoever loves not picture is injurious to truth, and all the wisdom of poetry. Picture is the invention of heaven, the most ancient and most akin to nature. It is itself a silent work, and always one and the same habit.

It is an art to have so much judgment as to apparel a lie well, to give it a good dressing.

A good life is a main argument.

Passions are spiritual rebels and raise sedition against the understanding.

Good men but see death, the wicked taste it.

Hang sorrow, care'll kill a cat.

Let those that merely talk and never think, That live in the wild anarchy of drink