The mad is either insane or he is composing verses.

Fortune, delighting in her cruel task, and playing her wanton game untiringly, is ever shifting her uncertain favours.

Sovereign money procures a wife with a large fortune, gets a man credit, creates friends, stands in place of pedigree, and even of beauty.

Learned or unlearned we all must be scribbling.

It is no great art to say something briefly when, like Tacitus, one has something to say; when one has nothing to say, however, and none the less writes a whole book and makes truth into a liar - that I call an achievement.

It is not enough for poems to be fine; they must charm, and draw the mind of the listener at will.

An envious man grows lean at another's fatness.