Huzzaed out of my seven senses.

Huzzaed out of my seven senses.

Sense is our helmet, wit is but the plume;
The plume exposes, 'tis our helmet saves.
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Sense is our helmet, wit is but the plume;
The plume exposes, 'tis our helmet saves.
Sense is the diamond, weighty, solid, sound;
When cut by wit, it casts a brighter beam;
Yet, wit apart, it is a diamond still.

Common sense is not so common.
[Fr., Le sens commun n'est pas si common.]
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Common sense is not so common.
[Fr., Le sens commun n'est pas si common.]
- Voltaire (Francois Marie Arouet Voltaire),

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

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

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

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

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

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

A good head and a good heart are always a formidable combination.

A good head and a good heart are always a formidable combination.

Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense
Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.

Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense
Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.

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

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