Mind, Understanding, Wit, Memory, Heart.

The Strength and Weakness of a Man’s Mind, are improper Terms, since they are really nothing else but the Organs of our Bodies, being well or ill dispos’d.

’Tis a great Errour, the making a difference between the Wit and the Judgment:  For, in truth, the Judgment is nothing else but the Brightness of Wit, which penetrates into the very bottom of Things, observes all that ought to be observ’d there, and descries what seem’d to be imperceptible.  From whence we must conclude, That ’tis the Extention and Energy of this Light of Wit, that produces all those Effects, usually ascrib’d to Judgment.

All Men may be allowed to give a good Character of their Hearts (or Inclinations) but no body dares to speak well of his own Wit.

Polite Wit consists in nice, curious, and honest Thoughts.

The Gallantry of Wit consists in Flattery well couch’d.

It often happens, that some things offer themselves to our Wit, which are naturally finer and better, than is possible for a Man to make them by the Additions of Art and Study.

Wit is always made a Cully to the Heart.

Many People are acquainted with their own Wit, that are not acquainted with their own Heart.

It is not in the power of Wit, to act a long while the Part of the Heart.

A Man of Wit would be sometimes miserably at a loss, but for the Company of Fools.

A Man of Wit may sometimes be a Coxcomb; but a Man of Judgment never can.

The different Ways or Methods for compassing a Design, come not so much from the Quickness and Fertility of an industrious Wit, as a dim-sighted Understanding, which makes us pitch upon every fresh Matter that presents itself to our groping Fancy, and does not furnish us with Judgment sufficient to discern at first sight, which or them is best for our Purpose.

The Twang of a Man’s Native Country, sticks by him as much in his Mind and Disposition, as it does in his Tone of Speaking.

Wit serves sometimes to make us play the Fool with greater Confidence.

Shallow Wits are apt to censure everything above their own Capacity.

’Tis past the Power of Imagination it self, to invent so many distant Contrarieties, as there are naturally in the Heart of every Man.

No body is so well acquainted with himself, as to know his own Mind at all times.

Every body complains of his Memory, but no body of his Judgment.

There is a kind of general Revolution, not more visible in the turn it gives to the Fortunes of the World, than it is in the Change of Men’s Understandings, and the different Relish or Wit.