Beauty Is The Lover's Gift.

Some By Experience Find Those Words Mis-placed: At Leisure Married, They Repent In Haste.

If Happiness In Self-content Is Placed, The Wise Are Wretched, And Fools Only Blessed.

To Find A Young Fellow That Is Neither A Wit In His Own Eye, Nor A Fool In The Eye Of The World, Is A Very Hard Task.

Turn Pimp, Flatterer, Quack, Lawyer, Parson, Be Chaplain To An Atheist, Or Stallion To An Old Woman, Anything But A Poet; For A Poet Is Worse, More Servile, Timorous And Fawning Than Any I Have Named.

Wit Must Be Foiled By Wit: Cut A Diamond With A Diamond.