A Satirical Poet Is The Check Of

Let Cheerfulness On Happy Fortune Wait.

Since A True Knowledge Of Nature Gives Us Pleasure, A Lively Imitation Of It, Either In Poetry Or Painting, Must Produce A Much Greater; For Both These Arts Are Not Only True Imitations Of Nature, But Of The Best Nature.

And Plenty Makes Us Poor.

An Ugly Woman In A Rich Habit Set Out With Jewels Nothing Can Become.

Tis Fate That Flings The Dice, And As She Flings Of Kings Makes Peasants, And Of Peasants Kings.