Essere la natura de' motti cotale, che essi come la pecora morde deono cosi mordere l'uditore, e non come 'l cane: percio che, se come cane mordesse il motto, non sarebbe motto, ma villania.
The nature of wit is such that its bite must be like that of a sheep rather than a dog, for if it were to bite the listener like a dog, it would no longer be wit but abuse.
Giovanni Boccaccio, The Decameron (c. 1350), Sixth Day, Third Story (tr. G. H. McWilliam)
Aristotle said * * * melancholy men of all others are most witty.
Robert Burton, The Anatomy of Melancholy (1621), Part I, Section III. Memb. 1. Subsect. 3.
We grant, although he had much wit, H' was very shy of using it, As being loth to wear it out, And therefore bore it not about; Unless on holy days or so, As men their best apparel do.
Samuel Butler, Hudibras, Part I (1663-64), Canto I, line 45.
Great wits and valours, like great states, Do sometimes sink with their own weights.
Samuel Butler, Hudibras, Part II (1664), Canto I, line 269.
His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock, it never is at home.
He must be a dull Fellow indeed, whom neither Love, Malice, nor Necessity, can inspire with Wit.
Jean de La Bruyère, The Characters or Manners of the Present Age (1688), Chapter IV.
To the many, witticisms not only require to be explained, like riddles, but are also like new shoes, which people require to wear many times before they get accustomed to them.
Full context: [striving to pervert some poor innocent and ill-used word from its lawful meaning till it ceases to have any at all — worrying some unfortunate idea till, like the hunted hare, it is worried to death — dealing in witticisms whose edge has long since been worn off by constant use; and truly to the many, witticisms not only require to be explained, like riddles, but are also like new shoes, which people require to wear many times before they get accustomed to them.]
On peut dire que son esprit brille aux dépens de sa mèmoire.
One may say that his wit shines at the expense of his memory.
Alain-René Lesage, Gil Blas (1715-1735), III, XI. Of Carlos Alonso de la Ventoleria.
Wit's an unruly engine, wildly striking Sometimes a friend, sometimes the engineer: Hast thou the knack? pamper it not with liking; But if thou want it, buy it not too deare Many affecting wit beyond their power, Have got to be a deare fool for an houre.
George Herbert, The Temple (1633), The Church Porch, Stanza 41.
This man [Chesterfield] I thought had been a lord among wits; but I find he is only a wit among lords.
True wit is nature to advantage dress'd, What oft was thought, but ne'er so well expressed.
Alexander Pope, An Essay on Criticism (1709), Part II, line 97. "Wit is that which has been often thought, but never before was well expressed." As paraphrased by Johnson, Life of Cowley.
You have a nimble wit; I think it was made of Atalanta's heels.
Make the doors upon a woman's wit and it will out at the casement; shut that and 'twill out at the key-hole; stop that, 'twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney.
Those wits that think they have thee, do very oft prove fools; and I, that am sure I lack thee, may pass for a wise man; for what says Quinapalus? "Better a witty fool than a foolish wit."
Against their wills what numbers ruin shun, Purely through want of wit to be undone! Nature has shown by making it so rare, That wit's a jewel which we need not wear.
Edward Young, Epistle to Mr. Pope, Epistle II, line 80.
As in smooth oil the razor best is whet, So wit is by politeness sharpest set; Their want of edge from their offence is seen, Both pain us least when exquisitely keen.
Edward Young, Love of Fame (1725-28), Satire II, line 118.
Les beaux esprits lernen einander durch dergleichen rencontre erkennen.
It is by such encounters that wits come to know each other.
Andreas Gryphius, Horribilicribfax, Act IV, scene 7. Voltaire, letter to Thieriot, June 30, 1760, used the expression. See Büchmann, Geflügelte Worte. Ed. 10, p. 123.
Wit is the salt of conversation, not the food.
William Hazlitt, Lectures on the English Comic Writers, Lecture I.
At our wittes end.
John Heywood, Proverbs, Part I, Chapter VIII. Psalms CVII. 27. ("Their wits").
Wit is the clash and reconcilement of incongruities; the meeting of extremes round a corner.
Jean de La Bruyère, according to J. J. Rousseau. Esprit de l'escalier, backstair wit, is credited to M. de Treville by Pierre Nicole. For use of this phrase see The King's English, p. 32. Note.
A man does not please long when he has only one species of wit.
Medio de fonte leporum Surgit amari aliquid quod in ipsis floribus angat.
In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.
Lucretius, IV. 1,133.
Mother Wit. (Nature's mother wit).
Christopher Marlowe, Prologue to Tamerlaine the Great, Part I. Middleton, Your five Gallants (1607), Act I, scene 1. Dryden, Ode to St. Cecilia. Spenser, Faerie Queene, Book IV, Canto X, Stanza 21. Taming of the Shrew, Act II, scene 1.
Some men's wit is like a dark lantern, which serves their own turn and guides them their own way, but is never known (according to the Scripture phrase) either to shine forth before men, or to glorify their Father in heaven.
Man could direct his ways by plain reason, and support his life by tasteless food; but God has given us wit, and flavour, and brightness, and laughter, and perfumers, to enliven the days of man's pilgrimage, and to "charm his pained steps over the burning marle."
Surprise is so essential an ingredient of wit that no wit will bear repetition;—at least the original electrical feeling produced by any piece of wit can never be renewed.
Sydney Smith, Lectures on Moral Philosophy, No. 10.
One wit, like a knuckle of ham in soup, gives a zest and flavour to the dish, but more than one serves only to spoil the pottage.
George Villiers, 2nd Duke of Buckingham, The Chances (1682), Act IV, scene 1. John Byrom, The Winners, line 39. Cervantes, Don Quixote, Part II, Chapter XXXVIII. Sterne, Tristram Shandy.
He had too thoughtful a wit: like a penknife in too narrow a sheath, too sharp for his body.
Izaak Walton, Life of George Herbert. Reported as Herbert's saying about himself.