Dreams Are Like Portraits; And We Find

Books Cannot Always Please, However Good; Minds Are Not Ever Craving For Their Food.

Experience Finds Few Of The Scenes That Lively Hope Designs.

Oh! 'tis A Precious Thing, When Wives Are Dead, To Find Such Numbers Who Will Serve Instead: And In Whatever State A Man Be Thrown, 'tis That Precisely They Would Wish Their Own.

Feed The Musician, And He's Out Of Tune.

In Idle Wishes, Fools Supinely Stay. Be There A Will And Wisdom Finds A Way.