Fool That I Was, Upon My Eagle's

Imitation Pleases, Because It Affords Matter For Inquiring Into The Truth Or Falsehood Of Imitation, By Comparing Its Likeness Or Unlikeness With The Original.

I Trade Both With The Living And The Dead, For The Enrichment Of Our Native Language.

Bold Knaves Thrive Without One Grain Of Sense, But Good Men Starve For Want Of Impudence.

One Cannot Say He Wanted Wit, But Rather That He Was Frugal Of It.

The Fates But Only Spin The Coarser Clue; The Finest Of The Wool Is Left For You.