How hard a thing 'twould be to please you all.
Who pleases one against his will.
He that first cries out stop thief, is often he that has stolen the treasure.
It is the business of a comic poet to paint the vices and follies of human kind.
Love's but the frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition joined; A sickly flame, which if not fed expires; And feeding, wastes in self-consuming fires.
There are times when sense may be unseasonable, as well as truth.