I Glory, More In The Cunning Purchase

If All You Boast Of Your Great Art Be True; Sure, Willing Poverty Lives Most In You.

How Fortune Piles Her Sports When She Begins To Practise Them!

Custom Is The Most Certain Mistress Of Language, As The Public Stamp Makes The Current Money.

Mischiefs Feed / Like Beasts, Till They Be Fat, And Then They Bleed.

Nor Use Too Swelling, Or Ill-sounded Words . . . .