Could Swell The Soul To Rage, Or

The First Is The Law, The Last Prerogative.

If By The People You Understand The Multitude, The Hoi Polloi, 'tis No Matter What They Think; They Are Sometimes In The Right, Sometimes In The Wrong; Their Judgment Is A Mere Lottery.

Trust Reposed In Noble Natures Obliges Them The More.

Heaven Be Thanked, We Live In Such An Age, When No Man Dies For Love, But On The Stage.

Bold Knaves Thrive Without One Grain Of Sense, But Good Men Starve For Want Of Impudence.