No, I'm No Enemy To Learning; It

Love's But The Frailty Of The Mind, When 'tis Not With Ambition Joined; A Sickly Flame, Which If Not Fed Expires; And Feeding, Wastes In Self-consuming Fires.

Who Pleases One Against His Will.

I Nauseate Walking; 'tis A Country Diversion, I Loathe The Country.

Wit Must Be Foiled By Wit: Cut A Diamond With A Diamond.

Thou Art A Retailer Of Phrases, And Dost Deal In Remnants Of Remnants.