Was Ever Poet So Trusted Before?

The Return Of My Birthday, If I Remember It, Fills Me With Thoughts Which It Seems To Be The General Care Of Humanity To Escape.

Before Dinner Men Meet With Great Inequality Of Understanding.

He That Is Much Flattered Soon Learns To Flatter Himself.

The Richest Author That Ever Grazed The Common Of Literature.

He That Reads And Grows No Wiser Seldom Suspects His Own Deficiency, But Complains Of Hard Words And Obscure Sentences, And Asks Why Books Are Written Which Cannot Be Understood.