There Still Remains To Mortify A Wit

Religion Blushing, Veils Her Sacred Fires, And Unawares Morality Expires.

Virtue Alone Is Happiness Below.

The Learned Is Happy, Nature To Explore; The Fool Is Happy, That He Knows No More.

What Is Fame? A Fancied Life In Others' Breath.

The Greatest Advantage I Know Of Being Thought A Wit By The World Is, That It Gives One The Greater Freedom Of Playing The Fool.