There's A Proud Modesty In Merit; Averse

Content With Poverty, My Soul I Arm; And Virtue, Though In Rags, Will Keep Me Warm.

Plots, True Or False, Are Necessary Things, To Raise Up Commonwealths And Ruin Kings.

We Find Few Historians Who Have Been Diligent Enough In Their Search For Truth; It Is Their Common Method To Take On Trust What They Help Distribute To The Public; By Which Means A Falsehood Once Received From A Famed Writer Becomes Traditional To Posterity.

For What Can Power Give More Than Food And Drink, To Live At Ease, And Not Be Bound To Think?

All Objects Lose By Too Familiar A View.