It Is A Madness To Make Fortune

He Who Trusts Secrets To A Servant Makes Him His Master

What Passion Cannot Music Raise And Quell!

They Live Too Long Who Happiness Outlive.

Good Sense And Good Nature Are Never Separated; And Good Nature Is The Product Of Right Reason.

Let Those Find Fault Whose Wit's So Very Small, They've Need To Show That They Can Think At All; Errors, Like Straws, Upon The Surface Flow; He Who Would Search For Pearls, Must Dive Below. Fops May Have Leave To Level All They Can; As Pigmies Would Be Glad To Lop A Man. Half-wits Are Fleas; So Little And So Light, We Scarce Could Know They Live, But That They Bite.