Art Hath An Enemy Call'd Ignorance .

I'll Give Anything For A Good Copy Now, Be It True Or False, So It Be News.

Man And Wife Make One Fool.

Minds That Are Great And Free, Should Not On Fortune Pause: 'tis Crown Enough To Virtue Still, Her Own Applause.

The Soul Of Man Is Infinite In What It Covets.

If Men Will Impartially, And Not Asquint, Look Toward The Offices And Function Of A Poet, They Will Easily Conclude To Themselves The Impossibility Of Any Man's Being A Good Poet Without First Being A Good Man.