It is less dishonor to hear imperfectly than to speak imperfectly. The ears are excused; the understanding is not.

A good life is a main argument.

Whom the disease of talking still once posses-seth, he can never hold his peace.

Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine.

Tis the common disease of all your musicians that they know no mean, to be entreated, either to begin or end.

That praises are without reason lavished on the dead, and that the honours due only to are paid to antiquity, is a complaint likely to be always continued by those who, being able to add nothing to truth, hope for eminence from the heresies of paradox; or those who, being forced by disappointment upon consolatory expedients, are willing to hope from posterity what the present age refuses, and flatter themselves that the regard which is yet denied by envy will be at last bestowed by time.

O, for an engine, to keep back all clocks, or make the sun forget his motion!