The Cardinal is at his wit’s end – it is true – that he had not far to go.[at Ravenna]
Rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, which gives men stomach to digest his words with better appetite.
Many would live by their Wits, but break for want of Stock.
I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that I don’t know the answer.
Humor is kindly. Wit is caustic.
How every fool can play upon the word! I think the best grace of wit will shortly turn into silence, and discourse grow commendable in none only but parrots.