This Sort Of Adoration Of The Real

In England The Only Homage Which They Pay To Virtue - Is Hypocrisy.

Who Tracks The Steps Of Glory To The Grave?

'tis Pleasant, Sure, To See One's Name In Print. A Book's A Book, Although There's Nothing In 't.

I Love Not Man The Less, But Nature More.

Oh, Talk Not To Me Of A Name Great In Story; The Days Of Our Youth Are The Days Of Our Glory; And The Myrtle And Ivy Of Sweet Two-and-twenty Are Worth All Your Laurels, Though Ever So Plenty.