How Few Of His Friends' Houses Would

Never Trust Your Tongue When Your Heart Is Bitter.

He Who Praises Everybody, Praises Nobody.

How Few Of His Friends' Houses Would A Man Choose To Be At When He Is Sick.

No Writer Can Be Fully Convicted Of Imitation Except There Is A Concurrence Of More Resemblance Than Can Be Imagined To Have Happened By Chance; As Where The Same Ideas Are Conjoined Without Any Natural Series Or Necessary Coherence, Or Where Not Only The Thought But The Words Are Copied.

Worth Seeing, Yes; But Not Worth Going To See.