And Reputation Bleeds In Ev'ry

And Reputation Bleeds In Ev'ry Word.

No Tribute Is Laid On Castles In The Air.

Little Do Such Men Know The Toil, The Pains, The Daily, Nightly Racking Of The Brains, To Range The Thoughts, The Matter To Digest, To Cull Fit Phrases, And Reject The Rest.

This A Sacred Rule We Find Among The Nicest Of Mankind, (which Never Might Exception Brook From Hobbes Even Down To Bolingbroke,) To Doubt Of Facts, However True, Unless They Know The Causes Too.

Ourselves Are To Ourselves The Cause Of Ill.