Envy's A Sharper Spur Than Pay: No

I Hate The Man Who Builds His Name On Ruins Of Another's Fame. Thus Prudes, By Characters O'erthrown, Imagine That They Raise Their Own. Thus Scribblers, Covetous Of Praise, Think Slander Can Transplant The Bays.

Learning By Study Must Be Won; 'twas Ne'er Entail'd From Son To Son.

Praising All Alike, Is Praising None.

Envy Is A Kind Of Praise.

But His Kiss Was So Sweet, And So Closely He Pressed, That I Languished And Pined Till I Granted The Rest.