Those Authors Are To Be Read At

Money Confounds Subordination.

The Only End Of Writing Is To Enable Readers Better To Enjoy Life Or Better To Endure It.

Melancholy, Indeed, Should Be Diverted By Every Means But Drinking.

That Kind Of Life Is Most Happy Which Affords Us Most Opportunities Of Gaining Our Own Esteem.

Wheresoe'er I Turn My View, All Is Strange, Yet Nothing New: Endless Labor All Along, Endless Labor To Be Wrong: Phrase That Time Has Flung Away; Uncouth Words In Disarray, Trick'd In Antique Ruff And Bonnet, Ode, And Elegy, And Sonnet.