I Am Resolved To Grow Fat, And

But Shakespeare's Magic Could Not Copied Be; Within That Circle None Durst Walk But He.

What Judgment I Had Increases Rather Than Diminishes; And Thoughts, Such As They Are, Come Crowding In So Fast Upon Me, That My Only Difficulty Is To Choose Or Reject; To Run Them Into Verse Or To Give Them The Other Harmony Of Prose.

Government Itself At Length Must Fall To Nature's State, Where All Have Right To All.

Ill Habits Gather Unseen Degrees, As Brooks Make Rivers, Rivers Run To Seas.

We Find Few Historians Who Have Been Diligent Enough In Their Search For Truth; It Is Their Common Method To Take On Trust What They Help Distribute To The Public; By Which Means A Falsehood Once Received From A Famed Writer Becomes Traditional To Posterity.