He Look'd In Years, Yet In His

That Gloomy Outside, Like A Rusty Chest, Contains The Shoring Treasure Of A Soul Resolved And Brave.

With How Much Ease Believe We What We Wish!

Learn To Write Well, Or Not To Write At All.

Satire Is A Kind Of Poetry In Which Human Vices Are Reprehended.

Plots, True Or False, Are Necessary Things, To Raise Up Commonwealths And Ruin Kings.