Who All In Raptures Their Own Works

To Copy Beauty Forfeits All Pretense To Fame; To Copy Faults Is Want Of Sense

Patience Is Sorrow's Salve.

If You Mean To Profit, Learn To Praise.

The Laws I Love; The Lawyers I Suspect.

Tis Mighty Easy O'er A Glass Of Wine On Vain Refinements Vainly To Refine, To Laugh At Poverty In Plenty's Reign, To Boast Of Apathy When Out Of Pain, And In Each Sentence, Worthy Of The Schools, Varnish'd With Sophistry, To Deal Out Rules Most Fit For Practice, But For One Poor Fault That Into Practice They Can Ne'er Be Brought.