Fly, dotard, fly! With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.

The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, and wretches hang that jurymen may dine.

Who taught that heaven-directed spire to rise?

There are certain times when most people are in a disposition of being informed, and 'tis incredible what a vast good a little truth might do, spoken in such seasons.

Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land? All fear, none aid you, and few understand.

I believe it is no wrong Observation, that Persons of Genius, and those who are most capable of Art, are always fond of Nature, as such are chiefly sensible, that all Art consists in the Imitation and Study of Nature. On the contrary, People of the common Level of Understanding are principally delighted with the Little Niceties and Fantastical Operations of Art, and constantly think that finest which is least Natural.

Old men, for the most part, are like old chronicles that give you dull but true accounts of times past, and are worth knowing only on that score.