Woman's At Best A Contradiction Still.

A Man Who Admires A Fine Woman, Has Yet Not More Reason To Wish Himself Her Husband, Than One Who Admired The Hesperian Fruit, Would Have Had To Wish Himself The Dragon That Kept It.

No Creature Smarts So Little As A Fool.

Oft In Dreams Invention We Bestow To Change A Flounce Or Add A Furbelow.

The Bookful Blockhead Ignorantly Read, With Loads Of Learned Lumber In His Head, With His Own Tongue Still Edifies His Ears, And Always List'ning To Himself Appears. All Books He Reads, And All He Reads Assails.

Like Bubbles On The Sea Of Matter Borne, They Rise, They Break, And To That Sea Return.