In Arguing One Should Meet

Be Not Affronted At A Joke. If One Throw Salt At Thee, Thou Wilt Receive No Harm, Unless Thou Art Raw.

This Same Philosophy Is A Good Horse In The Stable, But An Arrant Jade On A Journey.

A Night-cap Deck'd His Brows Instead Of Bay,- A Cap By Night, A Stocking All The Day.

For Praise Too Dearly Lov'd, Or Warmly Sought, Enfeebles All Internal Strength Of Thought; And The Weak Soul Within Itself Unblest, Leans For All Pleasure On Another's Breast.

Like The Tiger, That Seldom Desists From Pursuing Man After Having Once Preyed Upon Human Flesh, The Reader Who Has Once Gratified His Appetite With Calumny Makes Ever After The Most Agreeable Feast Upon Murdered Reputations!