Date: 1700, 1705
"Wit, like the French, performs before it thinks, / And thoughtful Sense without Performance sinks."
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Date: 1700, 1705
"Sense without Wit is Flegmatick and pale, / And is all Head, forsooth, without a Tail: / Wit without Sense is Cholerick and Red, / Has Tail enough indeed, but has no Head."
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Date: 1700, 1705
"Wit, like the jangling Chimes, rings all in one, / Till Sense, the Artist, sets them into Tune."
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Date: 1700, 1705
"Wit, like the Belly, if it be not fed, / Will starve the Members, and distract the Head."
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Date: 1700, 1705
"Wit is the Fruitful Womb where Thoughts conceive, / Sense is the Vital Heat which Life and Form must give: / Wit is the Teeming Mother brings them forth, / Sense is the Active Father gives them Worth."
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