The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
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.
Polite diseases make some idiots vain, Which, if unfortunately well, they feign.
The man who builds, and wants wherewith to pay, Provides a home from which to run away.
A strange alternative * * *Must women have a doctor or a dance?
We see time's furrows on another's brow, And death intrench'd, preparing his assault; How few themselves in that just mirror see!