Laws Grind The Poor, And Rich Men

Titles And Mottoes To Books Are Like Escutcheons And Dignities In The Hands Of A King. The Wise Sometimes Condescend To Accept Of Them; But None But A Fool Would Imagine Them Of Any Real Importance. We Ought To Depend Upon Intrinsic Merit, And Not The Slender Helps Of The Title.

If The Soul Be Happily Disposed, Every Thing Becomes Capable Of Affording Entertainment, And Distress Will Almost Want A Name.

The Bounds Of A Man's Knowledge Are Easily Concealed, If He Has But Prudence.

All His Faults Are Such That One Loves Him Still The Better For Them.

Some Fleeting Good, That Mocks Me With The View.