A stander-by may sometimes, perhaps, see more of the game than he that plays it.
Some dire misfortune to portend, no enemy can match a friend.
Religion seems to have grown an infant with age, and requires miracles to nurse it, as it had in its infancy.
Satire is a sort of glass wherein beholders do generally discover everybody’s face but their own; which is the chief reason for that kind reception it meets with in the world, and that so very few are offended with it.
Vanity is a mark of humility rather than of pride.
In church your grandsire cut his throat; to do the job too long he tarried: he should have had my hearty vote to cut his throat before he married.