To Copy Faults Is Want Of Sense.

Weak Is That Throne, And In Itself Unsound, Which Takes Not Solid Virtue For Its Ground.

Patience Is Sorrow's Salve.

What Is This World?--a Term Which Men Have Got, To Signify Not One In Ten Knows What; A Term, Which With No More Precision Passes To Point Out Herds Of Men Than Herds Of Asses; In Common Use No More It Means, We Find, Than Many Fools In Same Opinions Joined.

Quick-circulating Slanders Mirth Afford; And Reputation Bleeds In Every Word.

Genius Is Independent Of Situation.