The Laughers Are A Majority.

In Every Work Regard The Writer's End, Since None Can Compass More Than They Intend.

To The Elysian Shades Dismiss My Soul, Where No Carnation Fades.

Rogues In Rags Are Kept In Countenance By Rogues In Ruffles.

Superstition Is The Spleen Of The Soul.

True Ease In Writing Comes From Art, Not Chance, As Those Move Easiest Who Have Learned To Dance.