Who Pleases One Against His Will.

One Minute Gives Invention To Destroy; What To Rebuild, Will A Whole Age Employ.

I Am A Fool, I Know It; And Yet, Heaven Help Me, I'm Poor Enough To Be A Wit.

If There's Delight In Love, 'tis When I See That Heart, Which Others Bleed For, Bleed For Me.

Some By Experience Find Those Words Mis-placed: At Leisure Married, They Repent In Haste.

Turn Pimp, Flatterer, Quack, Lawyer, Parson, Be Chaplain To An Atheist, Or Stallion To An Old Woman, Anything But A Poet; For A Poet Is Worse, More Servile, Timorous And Fawning Than Any I Have Named.