To copy beauty forfeits all pretense to fame; to copy faults is want of sense
Man and wife, Coupled together for the sake of strife.
He hurts me most who lavishly commends.
Whom drink made wits, though nature made them fools.
If you mean to profit, learn to praise.
With curious art the brain, too finely wrought, Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought.