Say What You Will, 'tis Better To

I Am A Fool, I Know It; And Yet, Heaven Help Me, I'm Poor Enough To Be A Wit.

Beauty Is The Lover's Gift.

O, She Is The Antidote To Desire.

To Find A Young Fellow That Is Neither A Wit In His Own Eye, Nor A Fool In The Eye Of The World, Is A Very Hard Task.

It Is The Business Of A Comic Poet To Paint The Vices And Follies Of Human Kind.