At Ev'ry Word A Reputation Dies.

The Greatest Advantage I Know Of Being Thought A Wit By The World Is, That It Gives One The Greater Freedom Of Playing The Fool.

Awake, My St. John! Leave All Meaner Things To Low Ambition And The Pride Of Kings. Let Us (since Life Can Little More Supply Than Just To Look About Us, And To Die) Expatiate Free O'er All This Scene Of Man; A Mighty Maze! But Not Without A Plan.

Hope Springs Eternal In The Human Breast: Man Never Is, But Always To Be Blest.

Those Oft Are Stratagems Which Errors Seem Nor Is It Homer Nods, But We That Dream.

Ye Gods, Annihilate But Space And Time, And Make Two Lovers Happy.