So vast is art, so narrow human wit.

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.

A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits.

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

On life's vast ocean diversely we sail. Reasons the card, but passion the gale.

Errare è umano, perdonare divino.