Fame Can Never Make Us Lie Down

Pleasure, Or Wrong Or Rightly Understood, Our Greatest Evil, Or Our Greatest Good.

Satire Or Sense, Alas! Can Sporus Feel? Who Breaks A Butterfly Upon A Wheel?

Man, Like The Generous Vine, Supported Lives; The Strength He Gains Is From The Embrace He Gives.

The Finest Minds, Like The Finest Metals, Dissolve The Easiest.

To Endeavor To Work Upon The Vulgar With Fine Sense Is Like Attempting To Hew Blocks With A Razor.