Authors, Like Coins, Grow Dear As They

The Mouse That Always Trusts To One Poor Hole Can Never Be A Mouse Of Any Soul.

The Ruling Passion, Be It What It Will. The Ruling Passion Conquers Reason Still.

Good God! How Often Are We To Die Before We Go Quite Off This Stage? In Every Friend We Lose A Part Of Ourselves, And The Best Part.

Poets Like Painters, Thus Unskilled To Trace The Naked Nature And The Living Grace, With Gold And Jewels Cover Ev'ry Part, And Hide With Ornaments Their Want Of Art. True Wit Is Nature To Advantage Dressed, What Oft Was Thought, But Ne'er So Well Expressed.

To Teach Vain Wits That Science Little Known, T' Admire Superior Sense, And Doubt Their Own!