On the four aces doom'd to roll.
He hurts me most who lavishly commends.
By different methods different men excel, but where is he who can do all things well?
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.
Quick-circulating slanders mirth afford; and reputation bleeds in every word.
He mouths a sentence as curs mouth a bone.