To copy faults is want of sense.

Though by whim, envy, or resentment led, they damn those authors whom they never read.

A joke's a very serious thing.

Quick-circulating slanders mirth afford; and reputation bleeds in every word.

Who, with tame cowardice familiar grown, would hear my thoughts, but fear to speak their own.

Little do such men know the toil, the pains, the daily, nightly racking of the brains, to range the thoughts, the matter to digest, to cull fit phrases, and reject the rest.

The proud will sooner lose than ask their way.