Quotes About Judgment

If to her share some female errors fall,Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.

Some judge of authors' names, not works, and thenNor praise nor blame the writings, but the men.

At every trifle take offense, that always shows great pride or little sense.

Fools admire, but men of sense approve.

Of all the causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgement, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is PRIDE, the never-failing vice of fools.

Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be, In every work regard the writer's end, Since none can compass more than they intend; And if the means be just, the conduct true, Applause, in spite of trivial faults, is due.

Authors are partial to their wit, 'tis true, But are not critics to their judgment, too?

Some judge of authors' names, not works, and then nor praise nor blame the writings, but the men.

What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than Hell to shun, That, more than Heaven pursue.

Some valuing those of their own side or mind, Still make themselves the measure of mankind; Fondly we think we honour merit then, When we but praise ourselves in other men.

Why charge we Heav'n in those, in these acquit? In both, to reason right is to submit.

A perfect Judge will read each work of Wit With the same spirit that its author writ; Survey the WHOLE, nor seek slight faults to find Where nature moves, and rapture warms the mind; .... In wit, as nature, what effects our hearts Is not th'exactness of peculiar parts; 'Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call, But the joint force and full result of all.

Our proper bliss depends on what we blame.

Some valuing those of their own side or mind, Still make themselves the measure of mankind: Fondly we think we honor merit then, When we but praise ourselves in other men.

Some praise at morning what they blame at night, But always think the last opinion right. A Muse by these is like a mistress used, This hour she's idolized, the next abused; While their weak heads, like towns unfortified, 'Twixt sense and nonsense daily change their side. Ask them the cause; they're wiser still they say; And still to-morrow's wiser than to-day.

Launch not beyond your depth, but be discreet, And mark that point where sense and dulness meet.

But why insult the poor, affront the great?' A knave's a knave, to me, in every state.

A perfect judge will read each work of wit With the same spirit that its author writ

Authors are partial to their wit

The difference is too nice - Where ends the virtue or begins the vice.

Favours to none, to all she smiles extends;   Oft she rejects, but never once offends.

He, who supreme in judgment, as in wit, Might boldly censure, as he boldly writ.

Of all the causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgment and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.

But always think the last opinion right.