Genius Must Be Born, And Never Can

Fortune, That With Malicious Joydoes Man Her Slave Oppress,proud Of Her Office To Destroy,is Seldom Pleasd To Bless.

A Narrow Mind Begets Obstinacy; We Do Not Easily Believe What We Cannot See.

Dreams Are But Interludes, Which Fancy Makes; When Monarch Reason Sleeps, This Mimic Wakes.

Repentance Is The Virtue Of Weak Minds.

Satire Among The Romans, But Not Among The Greeks, Was A Bitter Invective Poem.