Authors, Like Coins, Grow Dear As They

Do Good By Stealth, And Blush To Find It Fame.

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.

A Wit With Dunces, And A Dunce With Wits.

All Looks Yellow To A Jaundiced Eye That Habitually Compares Everything To Something Better. But By Changing That Habit To Comparing Everything To Something Worse, Even Making It A Game, That Person Can Find Gratitude, Relief And Happiness Where-ever They Go And Whatever They Experience, Guaranteed!

Know, Nature's Children All Divide Her Care, The Fur That Warms A Monarch Warmed A Bear.