Most authors steal their works, or buy.

What is fame? a fancied life in others' breath.

Some men's wit is like a dark lantern, which serves their own turn and guides them their own way, but is never known (according to the Scripture phrase) either to shine forth before men, or to glorify their Father in heaven.

Then, at the last and only couplet fraught With some unmeaning thing they call a thought, A needless Alexandrine ends the song, That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.

They dream in courtship, but in wedlock wake.

Here am I, dying of a hundred good symptoms.

A tree is a nobler object than a prince in his coronation-robes.