Senses

Good sense which only is the gift of Heaven,
And though no science, fairly worth the seven.

Senses

'Tis use alone that sanctifies expense
And splendor borrows all her rays from sense.

Senses

Fool, 'tis in vain from wit to wit to roam:
Know, sense, like charity, begins at home.

Senses

Oft has good nature been the fool's defence,
And honest meaning gilded want of sense.

Senses

What thin partitions sense from thought divide.

Senses

I am almost frightened out of my seven senses.

Senses

Take care of the sense and the sounds will take care of themselves.

Senses

Be sober, and to doubt prepense,
These are the sinews of good sense.

Senses

If Poverty is the Mother of Crimes, want of Sense is the Father.

Senses

Whate'er in her Horizon doth appear,
She is one Orb of Sense, all Eye, all aiery Ear.

Senses