And Little Eagles Wave Their Wings In

To Balance Fortune By A Just Expense, Join With Economy, Magnificence.

Wit And Judgment Often Are At Strife.

No Writing Is Good That Does Not Tend To Better Mankind In Some Way Or Other.

I Lose My Patience, And I Own It Too, When Works Are Censur'd, Not As Bad But New; While If Our Elders Break All Reason's Laws, These Fools Demand Not Pardon But Applause.

Heaven From All Creatures Hides The Book Of Fate.