The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.
A cherub’s face, a reptile all the rest.
To observations which ourselves we make, we grow more partial for th’ observer’s sake.
Fondly we think we honor merit then, When we but praise ourselves in other men.
Know then this truth, enough for man to know virtue alone is happiness below.
Behold the child, by Nature’s kindly law pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.
Not to go back is somewhat to advance, and men must walk, at least, before they dance.
The worst of madmen is a saint run mad.
Not always actions show the man; we find who does a kindness is not therefore kind.
Wit is the lowest form of humor.
Who shall decide when doctors disagree, And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me?
A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits.
A God without dominion, providence, and final causes, is nothing else but fate and nature.
Fools admire, but men of sense approve.
‘Tis education forms the common mind; just as the twig is bent the tree’s inclined.