A wit 's a feather, and a chief a rod;
An honest man 's the noblest work of God.[319:1]
Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 247.
Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart.
One self-approving hour whole years outweighs
Of stupid starers and of loud huzzas;
And more true joy Marcellus exil'd feels
Than Cæsar with a senate at his heels.
In parts superior what advantage lies?
Tell (for you can) what is it to be wise?