Reader Look, Not On His Picture But

Poor Worms, They Hiss At Me, Whilst I At Home Can Be Contented To Applaud Myself, . . . With Joy To See How Plump My Bags Are And My Barns.

Fortune, Thou Hadst No Deity, If Men Had Wisdom.

What Excellent Fools Religion Makes Of Men.

Popular Men, They Must Create Strange Monsters, And Then Quell Them, To Make Their Arts Seem Something.

For Whose Sake, Henceforth, All His Vows Be Such, As What He Loves May Never Like Too Much.