Once A Coxcomb, Always A Coxcomb.

The General Remedy Of Those Who Are Uneasy Without Knowing The Cause Is Change Of Place.

Every Reader Should Remember The Diffidence Of Socrates, And Repair By His Candour The Injuries Of Time: He Should Impute The Seeming Defects Of His Author To Some Chasm Of Intelligence, And Suppose That The Sense Which Is Now Weak Was Once Forcible

Rags Will Always Make Their Appearance Where They Have A Right To Do It.

There Is No Wisdom In Useless And Hopeless Sorrow.

I Live In The Crowd Of Jollity, Not So Much To Enjoy Company As To Shun Myself.