Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow; The rest is all but leather and prunello.

Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll;
Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.

Order is heaven's first law.

The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

Genius creates, and taste preserves. Taste is the good sense of genius; without taste, genius is only sublime folly.

To be angry is to revenge the faults of others on ourselves.