Poesy is a beauteous damsel, chaste, honourable, discreet, witty, retired, and who keeps herself within the limits of propriety. She is a friend of solitude; fountains entertain her, meadows console her, woods free her from ennui, flowers delight her; in short, she gives pleasure and instruction to all with whom she communicates.

Tis a dainty thing to command, though 'twere but a flock of sheep.

But do not give it to a lawyer's clerk to write, for they use a legal hand that Satan himself will not understand.

When we are asleep, we are all equal.

Alas! all music jars when the soul's out of tune.

There is nothing costs less than civility.

Mere flimflam stories, and nothing but shams and lies.