The surest way to health, say what they will, Is never to suppose we shall be ill; Most of the ills which we poor mortals know From doctors and imagination flow.

No tribute is laid on castles in the air.

Keep up appearances; there lies the test. The world will give thee credit for the rest.

Ourselves are to ourselves the cause of ill.

Man and wife, Coupled together for the sake of strife.

Genius is of no country; her pure ray Spreads all abroad, as general as the day.

To copy beauty forfeits all pretense to fame; to copy faults is want of sense