‘Pride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence,
And fills up all the mighty void of sense.’—l. 209, 10.
‘Some by old words to fame have made pretence,
Ancients in phrase, mere moderns in their sense.’—l. 324, 5.
‘’Tis not enough no harshness gives offence;
The sound must seem an echo to the sense.’—l. 364, 5.
‘At every trifle scorn to take offence;
That always shews great pride, or little sense.’—l. 386, 7.
‘Be silent always, when you doubt your sense,
And speak, though sure, with seeming diffidence.’—l. 366, 7.