The Danger Chiefly Lies In Acting Well;

When Satire Flies Abroad On Falsehood's Wing, Short Is Her Life, And Impotent Her Sting; But When To Truth Allied, The Wound She Gives Sinks Deep, And To Remotest Ages Lives.

There's A Strange Something, Which Without A Brain Fools Feel, And Which E'en Wise Men Can't Explain, Planted In Man, To Bind Him To That Earth, In Dearest Ties, From Whence He Drew His Birth.

Those Who Raise Envy Will Easily Incur Censure.

All Hunt For Fame, But Most Mistake The Way.

To Copy Beauty Forfeits All Pretense To Fame; To Copy Faults Is Want Of Sense