Is not the truth the truth?

In scorn of nature, art gave lifeless life.

This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad.

Beware Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in, Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man.

Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.

He that sleeps feels not the tooth-ache

Thou frothy tickle-brained hedge-pig!