No Man Writes A Book

Should A Writer Single Out And Point His Raillery At Particular Persons, Or Satirize The Miserable, He Might Be Sure Of Pleasing A Great Part Of His Readers, But Must Be A Very Ill Man If He Could Please Himself.

Nothing That Isn't A Real Crime Makes A Man Appear So Contemptible And Little In The Eyes Of The World As Inconsistency.

An Evil Intention Perverts The Best Actions, And Makes Them Sins.

Music, The Greatest Good That Mortals Know And All Of Heaven We Have Hear Below.

Peaceable Times Are The Best To Live In, Though Not So Proper To Furnish Materials For A Writer.