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

[P]oetry resembles metaphysics: one does not mind one's own, but one does not like anyone else's.

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

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.