To know the world, not love her, is thy point; She gives but little, nor that little, long.
With fame, in just proportion, envy grows.
Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.
A man I knew who lived upon a smile, And well it fed him; he look'd plump and fair, While rankest venom foam'd through every vein.
A God all mercy is a God unjust.
It is great and manly to disdain disguise; it shows our spirit and proves our strength.