Groan under gold, yet weep for want of bread.
To frown at pleasure, and to smile in pain.
Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.
Where, where for shelter shall the guilty fly, When consternation turns the good man pale?
Who gives an empire, by the gift defeats All end of giving; and procures contempt Instead of gratitude.
Some wits, too, like oracles, deal in ambiguities, but not with equal success; for though ambiguities are the first excellence of an imposter, they are the last of a wit.