I Value Fame As Much As If

Affectation Hath Always Had A Greater Share Both In The Action And Discourse Of Men Than Truth And Judgment Have.

A Poet Is A Painter In His Way, He Draws To The Life, But In Another Kind; We Draw The Nobler Part, The Soul And The Mind; The Pictures Of The Pen Shall Outlast Those Of The Pencil, And Even Worlds Themselves.

Here Lies A Proof That Wit Can Never Be Defence Enough Against Mortality

Sure, I Rose The Wrong Way Today, I Have Had Such Damn'd Ill Luck Every Way.

Each Moment Of A Happy Lover's Hour Is Worth An Age Of Dull And Common Life.