I Hope You Do Not Think Me

Thus Grief Still Treads Upon The Heels Of Pleasure; Married In Haste, We May Repent At Leisure.

I Am Always Of The Opinion With The Learned, If They Speak First.

I Came Up Stairs Into The World, For I Was Born In A Cellar.

One Minute Gives Invention To Destroy; What To Rebuild, Will A Whole Age Employ.

Turn Pimp, Flatterer, Quack, Lawyer, Parson, Be Chaplain To An Atheist, Or Stallion To An Old Woman, Anything But A Poet; For A Poet Is Worse, More Servile, Timorous And Fawning Than Any I Have Named.