The Pious Farmer, Who Ne'er Misses Pray'rs,

Muse, Time Has Taught Me That All Metaphysical Systems, Even Historical Facts Given As Truths, Are Hardly That, So I Amuse Myself With More Agreeable Lies; I No Longer Read Anything But Novels.

Lord Bacon Makes Beauty To Consist Of Grace And Motion.

I Am Patriot Enough To Take Pains To Bring This Usefull Invention Into Fashion In England, And I Should Not Fail To Write To Some Of Our Doctors Very Particularly About It, If I Knew Anyone Of 'em That I Thought Had Virtue Enough To Destroy Such A Considerable Branch Of Revenue For The Good Of Mankind, But That Distemper Is Too Beneficial To Them Not To Expose To All Their Resentment The Hardy Wight That Should Undertake To Put An End To It.

There Is Nothing Can Pay One For That Invaluable Ignorance Which Is The Companion Of Youth, Those Sanguine Groundless Hopes, And That Lively Vanity Which Makes All The Happiness Of Life.

Prudent People Are Very Happy; 'tis An Exceeding Fine Thing, That's Certain, But I Was Born Without It, And Shall Retain To My Day Of Death The Humour Of Saying What I Think.