A Wit With Dunces, And A Dunce

But If You'll Prosper, Mark What I Advise, Whom Age, And Long Experience Render Wise.

What's Fame? A Fancy'd Life In Other's Breath. A Thing Beyond Us, Even Before Our Death.

Thus Unlamented Pass The Proud Away, The Gaze Of Fools And Pageant Of A Day; So Perish All, Whose Breast Ne'er Learn'd To Glow For Others' Good, Or Melt At Others' Woe.

The Worst Of Madmen Is A Saint Run Mad.

Why Did I Write? What Sin To Me Unknown Dipped Me In Ink, My Parents , Or My Own?