Fool, Not To Know That Love Endures

Since A True Knowledge Of Nature Gives Us Pleasure, A Lively Imitation Of It, Either In Poetry Or Painting, Must Produce A Much Greater; For Both These Arts Are Not Only True Imitations Of Nature, But Of The Best Nature.

How Easy 'tis, When Destiny Proves Kind, With Full-spread Sails To Run Before The Wind!

Rhyme Is The Rock On Which Thou Art To Wreck.

To Die For Faction Is A Common Evil, But To Be Hanged For Nonsense Is The Devil.

My Right Eye Itches, Some Good Luck Is Near.