Fly, Dotard, Fly! With Thy Wise Dreams

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

For When Success A Lover's Toil Attends,few Ask, If Fraud Or Force Attain'd His Ends

Praise Is Like Ambergrease: A Little Whiff Of It, And By Snatches, Is Very Agreeable; But When A Man Holds A Whole Lump Of It To Your Nose, It Is A Stink, And Strikes You Down.

Thou Wert My Guide, Philosopher, And Friend.

I Am Satisfied To Trifle Away My Time, Rather Than Let It Stick By Me.