True Wit, To Every Man,

When We Play The Fool, How Widethe Theatre Expands! Beside,how Long The Audience Sits Before Us!how Many Prompters! What A Chorus!

Dignity, In Private Men And In Governments, Has Been Little Else Than A Stately And Stiff Perseverance In Oppression; And Spirit, As It Is Called, Little Else Than The Foam Of Hard-mouthed Insolence.

The Habit Of Pleasing By Flattery Makes A Language Soft; The Fear Of Offending By Truth Makes It Circuitous And Conventional.

The Assailant Is Often In The Right; That The Assailed Is Always.

Sculpture And Painting Are Moments Of Life; Poetry Is Life Itself.