For daring nonsense seldom fails to hit, Like scattered shot, and pass with some for wit

He knew what's what, and that's as high As metaphysics wit can fly

For blocks are better cleft with wedges, Tan tools of sharp or subtle edges, And dullest nonsense has been found By some to be the most profound.

Great wits and valours, like great states, Do sometimes sink with their own weights.

We grant, although he had much wit, H' was very shy of using it, As being loth to wear it out, And therefore bore it not about; Unless on holy days or so, As men their best apparel do.

This man [Chesterfield] I thought had been a lord among wits; but I find he is only a wit among lords.