Quick-circulating slanders mirth afford; and reputation bleeds in every word.
He hurts me most who lavishly commends.
Greatly his foes he dreads, but more his friends; He hurts me most who lavishly commends.
To copy faults is want of sense.
A joke's a very serious thing.
When fiction rises pleasing to the eye, men will believe, because they love the lie; but truth herself, if clouded with a frown, must have some solemn proof to pass her down.