The World To Bacon Does

Pains Of Love Be Sweeter Far Than All Other Pleasures Are.

Railing In Other Men May Be A Crime, But Ought To Pass For Mere Instinct In Him: Instinct He Follows And No Further Knows, For To Write Verse With Him Is To Transprose.

I Trade Both With The Living And The Dead, For The Enrichment Of Our Native Language.

All The Learn'd Are Cowards By Profession.

Bets At First Were Fool-traps, Where The Wise Like Spiders Lay In Ambush For The Flies.