The nakedness of the indigent world may be clothed from the trimmings of the vain.
Error is always talkative.
O Luxury! thou curst by Heaven's decree!
Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came, And the puff a dunce, he mistook it for fame; Till his relish grown callous, almost to displease, Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please.
If you don't ask me questions, I can't give you an untrue answer.
I do not love a man who is zealous for nothing.