What Is Fame? A Fancied Life In

Virtue May Choose The High Or Low Degree, 'tis Just Alike To Virtue, And To Me; Dwell In A Monk, Or Light Upon A King, She's Still The Same Belov'd, Contented Thing.

I Begin Where Most People End, With A Full Conviction Of The Emptiness Of All Sorts Of Ambition, And The Unsatisfactory Nature Of All Human Pleasures.

Every Woman Is At Heart A Rake.

When Much Dispute Has Past, We Find Our Tenets Just The Same As Last.

All Nature Is But Art Unknown To Thee.