Few Things Are So Liberally

How Few Of His Friends' Houses Would A Man Choose To Be At When He Is Sick.

It Is Very Common For Us To Desire Most What We Are Least Qualified To Obtain.

The Complaint, Therefore, That All Topicks Are Preoccupied, Is Nothing More Than The Murmur Of Ignorance Or Idleness, By Which Some Discourage Others, And Some Themselves; The Mutability Of Mankind Will Always Furnish Writers With New Images, And The Luxuriance Of Fancy May Always Embellish Them With New Decorations.

When A Man Says He Had Pleasure With A Woman He Does Not Mean Conversation.

In Misery's Darkest Cavern Known, His Useful Care Was Ever Nigh Where Hopeless Anguish Pour'd His Groan, And Lonely Want Retir'd To Die.