How Shall I Lose The Sin, Yet

All Other Goods By Fortune's Hand Are Given, A Wife Is The Peculiar Gift Of Heaven.

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

Education Forms The Common Mind.

In Lazy Apathy Let Stoics Boast, Their Virtue Fixed, 'tis Fixed As In A Frost.

From The Moment One Sets Up For An Author, One Must Be Treated As Ceremoniously, That Is As Unfaithfully, "as A King's Favorite Or A King.