look upon her apron strings to find an excuse? Was it not from the apron of fig leaves worn by Eve, when she covered herself, and was the first of her sex who made a bad excuse for eating the forbidden fruit?
I never wonder to see men wicked, but I often wonder to see them not ashamed.
Do not we see how easily we pardon our own actions and passions, and the very infirmities of our bodies; why should it be wonderful to find us pardon our own dullness?
Dignity and station, or great riches, are in some sort necessary to old men, in order to keep the young at a distance, who are otherwise apt to insult them upon the score of their age.
There is no vice or folly that requires so much nicety and skill to manage, as vanity; nor any, which, by ill management, makes so contemptible a figure.
Observation is an old man's memory.
Politicks are nothing but corruptions, and are consequendy of no use to a good king or a good ministry; for which reason all courts are so full of politicks.
Eloquence smooth and cutting, is like a razor whetted with oil.
Imaginary evils soon become real ones by indulging our reflections on them; as he, who in a melancholy fancy sees something like a face on the wall or the wainscot, can, by two or three touches with a lead pencil, make it look visible, and agreeing with what he fancied.
Men of great parts are often unfortunate in the management of publick business, because they are apt to
