What most we wish, with ease we fancy near.
As in smooth oil the razor best is whet, So wit is by politeness sharpest set; Their want of edge from their offence is seen, Both pain us least when exquisitely keen.
The man that makes a character, makes foes.
The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.
A death-bed's a detector of the heart.
Old men love novelties; the last arriv'd Still pleases best; the youngest steals their smiles.