Poets Are Far Rarer Birds Than Kings.

Love That Is Ignorant And Hatred Have Almost The Same Ends.

Tis Not The Wholesome Sharp Mortality, Or Modest Anger Of A Satiric Spirit, That Hurts Or Wounds The Body Of A State, But The Sinister Application Of The Malicious, Ignorant, And Base Interpreter; Who Will Distort And Strain The General Scope And Purpose Of An Author To His Particular And Private Spleen.

Honor's A Good Brooch To Wear In A Man's Hat At All Times.

Folly Often Goes Beyond Her Bounds, But Impudence Knows None.

Popular Men, They Must Create Strange Monsters, And Then Quell Them, To Make Their Arts Seem Something.