When Satire Flies Abroad On Falsehood's Wing,

And Reputation Bleeds In Ev'ry Word.

Little Do Such Men Know The Toil, The Pains, The Daily, Nightly Racking Of The Brains, To Range The Thoughts, The Matter To Digest, To Cull Fit Phrases, And Reject The Rest.

If You Mean To Profit, Learn To Praise.

Genius Is Of No Country; Her Pure Ray Spreads All Abroad, As General As The Day.

What Is This World?--a Term Which Men Have Got, To Signify Not One In Ten Knows What; A Term, Which With No More Precision Passes To Point Out Herds Of Men Than Herds Of Asses; In Common Use No More It Means, We Find, Than Many Fools In Same Opinions Joined.