There Is A Proud Modesty In Merit.

Trust Reposed In Noble Natures Obliges Them The More.

We First Make Our Habits, And Then Our Habits Make Us.

Ill Habits Gather Unseen Degrees, As Brooks Make Rivers, Rivers Run To Seas.

Satire Among The Romans, But Not Among The Greeks, Was A Bitter Invective Poem.

Every Age Has A Kind Of Universal Genius, Which Inclines Those That Live In It To Some Particular Studies.