Never without a shilling in my purse.
To please great men is not the last degree of praise.
Where there are many beauties in a poem I shall not cavil at a few faults proceeding either from negligence or from the imperfection of our nature.
Each day that fate adds to your life, put down as so much gain.
There are as many preferences as there are men.
Had the crow only fed without cawing she would have had more to eat, and much less of strife and envy to contend with. [To noise abroad our success is to invite envy and competition.]