I Believe It Will Be Found That

Everybody Loves To Have Things Which Please The Palate Put In Their Way, Without Trouble Or Preparation.

The Stream Of Time, Which Is Continually Washing The Dissoluble Fabrics Of Other Poets, Passes Without Injury By The Adamant Of Shakespeare.

He That Thinks He Can Afford To Be Negligent Is Not Far From Being Poor.

He Who Has Provoked The Shaft Of Wit, Cannot Complain That He Smarts From It.

We Have Now Learned That Rashness And Imprudence Will Not Be Deterred From Taking Credit; Let Us Try Whether Fraud And Avarice May Be More Easily Restrained From Giving It.