What Is Fame? A Fancied Life In

Authors Are Partial To Their Wit, 'tis True, But Are Not Critics To Their Judgment, Too?

Fine Sense And Exalted Sense Are Not Half So Useful As Common Sense. There Are Forty Men Of Wit For One Man Of Sense; And He That Will Carry Nothing About Him But Gold, Will Be Every Day At A Loss For Want Of Readier Change.

For When Success A Lover's Toil Attends,few Ask, If Fraud Or Force Attain'd His Ends

Our Passions Are Like Convulsion Fits, Which, Though They Make Us Stronger For A Time, Leave Us The Weaker Ever After.

The Mouse That Always Trusts To One Poor Hole Can Never Be A Mouse Of Any Soul.