'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.

Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.

'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed, When not to be, receives reproach of being, And the just pleasure lost, which is so deemed, Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing.

I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.

For my own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men.

Weed your better judgments of all opinion that grows rank in them.

Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead are but as pictures: ‘tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil