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.

Whether the charmer sinner it, or saint it, If folly grow romantic, I must paint it.

Be silent always when you doubt your sense.

Consult the Genius of the Place in all.

Sometimes virtue starves while vice is fed.

And write about it, Goddess, and about it!

While man exclaims, "See all things for my use!" "See man for mine!" replies a pamper'd goose.