The flaw which is hidden is deemed greater than it is.
Such are thou and I: but what I am thou canst not be; what thou art any one of the multitude may be.
While you cannot resolve what you are, at last you may be nothing.
Hidden evils are most dreaded.
She grieves sincerely who grieves unseen.
You complain, friend Swift, of the length of my epigrams, but you yourself write nothing. Yours are shorter.