Of A Thousand Shavers, Two

Money Confounds Subordination.

For Patience, Sov'reign O'er Transmuted Ill.

Christianity Is The Highest Perfection Of Humanity.

If A Man Could Say Nothing Against A Character But What He Can Prove, History Could Not Be Written.

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.