Come Away; Poverty's Catching.

Here Lies A Proof That Wit Can Never Be Defence Enough Against Mortality

A Brave World, Sir, Full Of Religion, Knavery, And Change: We Shall Shortly See Better Days.

Sure, I Rose The Wrong Way Today, I Have Had Such Damn'd Ill Luck Every Way.

Variety Is The Soul Of Pleasure.

A Poet Is A Painter In His Way, He Draws To The Life, But In Another Kind; We Draw The Nobler Part, The Soul And The Mind; The Pictures Of The Pen Shall Outlast Those Of The Pencil, And Even Worlds Themselves.