The dignity of truth is lost with much protesting.
Tis the common disease of all your musicians that they know no mean, to be entreated, either to begin or end.
Truth is man's proper good, and the only immortal thing was given to our mortality to use.
All the wise world is little else, in nature, But parasites or subparasites.
All concord's born of contraries.
Folly often goes beyond her bounds, but impudence knows none.