All Hunt For Fame, But Most Mistake

The Laws I Love; The Lawyers I Suspect.

Nature, Through All Her Works, In Great Degree, Borrows A Blessing From Variety. Music Itself Her Needful Aid Requires To Rouse The Soul, And Wake Our Dying Fires.

Truth! Why Shall Every Wretch Of Letters Dare To Speak Truth Against His Betters! Let Ragged Virtue Stand Aloof, Nor Mutter Accents Of Reproof; Let Ragged Wit A Mute Become, When Wealth And Power Would Have Her Dumb.

The Danger Chiefly Lies In Acting Well; No Crime's So Great As Daring To Excel.

Fool Beckons Fool, And Dunce Awakens Dunce.