Act well your part, there all the honour lies.
To err is human; to forgive, divine.
And, after all, what is a lie? ‘Tis but the truth in a masquerade.
Nature and nature’s laws lay hid in the night. God said, Let Newton be! and all was light!
Wit is the lowest form of humor.
‘Tis not enough your counsel still be true; Blunt truths more mischief than nice falsehoods do.
But Satan now is wiser than of yore, and tempts by making rich, not making poor.
The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.
Who shall decide when doctors disagree, And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me?
Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man.