How Near To Good Is What Is

Forbear, You Things That Stand Upon The Pinnacles Of State, To Boast Your Slippery Height! When You Do Fall, You Dash Yourselves In Pieces, Ne'er To Rise: And He That Lends You Pity, Is Not Wise.

Calumnies Are Answered Best With Silence.

Get Money, Still Get Money, Boy, No Matter By What Means.

And Where She Went, The Flowers Took Thickest Root, As She Had Sow'd Them With Her Odorous Foot.

True Melancholy Breeds Your Perfect Fine Wit.