The luxury of doing good surpasses every other personal enjoyment.
You can only be called a hypocrite if you judge others first.
Fair is the kingcup that in meadow blows, Fair is the daisy that beside her grows.
From kings to cobblers 'tis the same; Bad servants wound their masters' fame.
The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets.
To frame the little animal, provide All the gay hues that wait on female pride: Let Nature guide thee; sometimes golden wire The shining bellies of the fly require; The peacock's plumes thy tackle must not fail, Nor the dear purchase of the sable's tail.