Rogues In Rags Are Kept In Countenance

Most Women Have No Characters At All.

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

These Riches Are Possess'd, But Not Enjoy'd!

Authors Are Partial To Their Wit, 'tis True, But Are Not Critics To Their Judgment, Too?

Slave To No Sect, Who Takes No Private Road, But Looks Through Nature Up To Nature's God.