Nothing Is More Short-lived Than Pride.

Nothing Is More Short-lived Than Pride.

That Praises Are Without Reason Lavished On The Dead, And That The Honours Due Only To Are Paid To Antiquity, Is A Complaint Likely To Be Always Continued By Those Who, Being Able To Add Nothing To Truth, Hope For Eminence From The Heresies Of Paradox; Or Those Who, Being Forced By Disappointment Upon Consolatory Expedients, Are Willing To Hope From Posterity What The Present Age Refuses, And Flatter Themselves That The Regard Which Is Yet Denied By Envy Will Be At Last Bestowed By Time.

O! How Vain And Vile A Passion Is This Fear! What Base Uncomely Things It Makes Men Do.

Poets Are Far Rarer Birds Than Kings.

Sweet Meat Must Have Sour Sauce.