Tis The Common Disease Of All Your

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.

Reader Look, Not On His Picture But His Book.

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

Mischiefs Feed / Like Beasts, Till They Be Fat, And Then They Bleed.

I Know No Disease Of The Soul But Ignorance, A Pernicious Evil, The Darkener Of Man's Life, The Disturber Of His Reason, And Common Confounder Of Truth.