When fiction rises pleasing to the eye, men will believe, because they love the lie; but truth herself, if clouded with a frown, must have some solemn proof to pass her down.
On the four aces doom'd to roll.
Though by whim, envy, or resentment led, they damn those authors whom they never read.
All hunt for fame, but most mistake the way.
Man and wife, Coupled together for the sake of strife.
Whom drink made wits, though nature made them fools.