You Despise A Man For

Truth, Like Beauty, Varies Its Fashions, And Is Best Recommended By Different Dresses To Different Minds; And He That Recalls The Attention Of Mankind To Any Part Of Learning Which Time Has Left Behind It, May Be Truly Said To Advance The Literatures Of His Own Age. As The Manners Of Nations Vary, New Topicks Of Persuasion Become Necessary, And New Combinations Of Imagery Are Produced; And He That Can Accommodate Himself To The Reigning Taste, May Always Have Readers Who Perhaps Would Not Have Looked Upon Better Performances.

There Are Few Minds To Which Tyranny Is Not Delightful.

Tediousness Is The Most Fatal Of All Faults.

When A Man Is Tried Of London, He Is Tired Of Life.

In Matters Of Business, No Woman Stops At Integrity.