ALL Rivers go to the Sea, but none return from it

Satire is a sort of glass, wherein beholders do generally discover everybody's face but their own.

Instead of dirt and poison we have rather chosen to fill our hives with honey and wax; thus furnishing mankind with the two noblest of things, which are sweetness and light.

I mean you lie—under a mistake.

Lord M. What religion is he of? Lord Sp. Why, he is an Anythingarian.

He was a bold man that first ate an oyster.

There are few, very few, that will own themselves in a mistake, though all the World sees them to be in downright nonsense.