Virtue is not malicious; wrong done her Is righted even when men grant they err.
Perfect happiness, by princes sought, Is not with birth born, nor exchequers bought.
And let a scholar all earth's volumes carry, he will be but a walking dictionary: a mere articulate clock.
He is at no end of his actions blestWhose ends will make him greatest, and not best.
An Englishman, being flattered, is a lamb; threatened, a lion.
Pure innovation is more gross than error.