Of Manners gentle, of Affections mild; In Wit a man; Simplicity, a child.

True Wit is Nature to advantage dress'd
What oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd;
Something whose truth convinced at sight we find,
That gives us back the image of our mind.
As shades more sweetly recommend the light,
So modest plainness sets off sprightly wit.

Gentle dullness ever loves a joke.

A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits.

So vast is art, so narrow human wit.

The world was my oyster but I used the wrong fork.