Perfect good sense shuns all extremity, content to couple wisdom with sobriety.
All the satires of the stage should be viewed without discomfort. They are public mirrors, where we are never to admit that we seeourselves; one admits to a fault when one is scandalized by its censure.
I will maintain it before the whole world.
Without dance, a man can do nothing.
It is a folly second to none; to try to improve the world.
What! Would you make no distinction between hypocrisy and devotion? Would you give them the same names, and respect the mask as you do the face? Would you equate artifice and sincerity? Confound appearance with truth? Regard the phantom as the very person? Value counterfeit as cash?