To Copy Faults Is Want Of Sense.

This A Sacred Rule We Find Among The Nicest Of Mankind, (which Never Might Exception Brook From Hobbes Even Down To Bolingbroke,) To Doubt Of Facts, However True, Unless They Know The Causes Too.

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

The Laws I Love; The Lawyers I Suspect.

Most Of Those Evils We Poor Mortals Know From Doctors And Imagination Flow.

Though By Whim, Envy, Or Resentment Led, They Damn Those Authors Whom They Never Read.