Who to patch up his fame, or fill his purse, Still pilfers wretched plans, and makes them worse; Like gypsies, lest the stolen brat be known, Defacing first, then claiming for his own.

Men the most infamous are fond of fame, And those who fear not guilt yet start at shame.

All hunt for fame, but most mistake the way.

With various readings stored his empty skull, Learn'd without sense, and venerably dull.

Whom drink made wits, though nature made them fools.

Genius is independent of situation.

Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air.