A Satirical Poet Is The Check Of

It Is A Madness To Make Fortune The Mistress Of Events, Because In Herself She Is Nothing, Can Rule Nothing, But Is Ruled By Prudence.

All Flowers Will Droop In The Absence Of The Sun That Waked Their Sweets.

He Who Proposes To Be An Author Should First Be A Student.

To So Perverse A Sex All Grace Is Vain.

The Blushing Beauties Of A Modest Maid.