Aspiring Beggary Is Wretchedness Itself.

Popular Glory Is A Perfect Coquette; Her Lovers Must Toil, Feel Every Inquietude, Indulge Every Caprice, And Perhaps At Last Be Jilted Into The Bargain. True Glory, On The Other Hand, Resembles A Woman Of Sense; Her Admirers Must Play No Tricks. They Feel No Great Anxiety, For They Are Sure In The End Of Being Rewarded In Proportion To Their Merit.

The Way To Acquire Lasting Esteem Is Not By The Fewness Of A Writer's Faults, But The Greatness Of His Beauties, And Our Noblest Works Are Generally Most Replete With Both.

I Find You Want Me To Furnish You With Argument And Intellects Too. No, Sir, These, I Protest You, Are Too Hard For Me.

Embosom'd In The Deep Where Holland Lies. Methinks Her Patient Sons Before Me Stand, Where The Broad Ocean Leans Against The Land.

Blame Where You Must, Be Candid Where You Can, And Be Each Critic The Good-natured Man.