Resolve to spend a certain number of hours every day amongst your…

Of all the Griefs that harrass the Distrest, Sure the most bitter is a scornful Jest

Unmoved though Witlings sneer and Rivals rail, Studious to please, yet not ashamed to fail. He scorns the meek address, the suppliant strain. With merit needless, and without it vain. In Reason, Nature, Truth, he dares to trust: Ye Fops, …

The reciprocal civility of authors is one of the most risible scenes in the farce of life.

By Numbers here from Shame or Censure free, All Crimes are safe, but hated Poverty. This, only this, the rigid Law persues, This, only this, provokes the snarling Muse.

This mournful truth is ev'rywhere confessed — Slow rises worth, by poverty depressed.

A thousand horrid Prodigies foretold it. A feeble government, eluded Laws, A factious Populace, luxurious Nobles, And all the maladies of stinking states.