Pretty Conceptions, Fine Metaphors, Glittering Expressions, And

A Perfect Judge Will Read Each Work Of Wit With The Same Spirit That Its Author Writ: Survey The Whole, Nor Seek Slight Faults To Find Where Nature Moves, And Rapture Warms The Mind.

Our Passions Are Like Convulsion Fits, Which, Though They Make Us Stronger For A Time, Leave Us The Weaker Ever After.

The Ruling Passion, Be It What It Will. The Ruling Passion Conquers Reason Still.

Worth Makes The Man, And Want Of It The Fellow; The Rest Is All But Leather And Prunello.

How Vast A Memory Has Love!