So Over Violent, Or Over Civil That

Better One Suffer Than A Nation Grieve.

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.

Murder May Pass Unpunishd For A Time, But Tardy Justice Will Oertake The Crime.

Love Either Finds Equality Or Makes It.

Every Age Has A Kind Of Universal Genius, Which Inclines Those That Live In It To Some Particular Studies.