For Praise Too Dearly Lov'd, Or Warmly

The Company Of Fools May First Make Us Smile, But In The End We Always Feel Melancholy.

To Me More Dear, Congenial To My Heart, One Native Charm, Than All The Gloss Of Art.

Here Let Me Sit In Sorrow For Mankind.

Titles And Mottoes To Books Are Like Escutcheons And Dignities In The Hands Of A King. The Wise Sometimes Condescend To Accept Of Them; But None But A Fool Would Imagine Them Of Any Real Importance. We Ought To Depend Upon Intrinsic Merit, And Not The Slender Helps Of The Title.

I Love Everything That's Old, - Old Friends, Old Times, Old Manners, Old Books, Old Wine.