Nothing so difficult as a beginning In poesy, unless perhaps the end.

Nothing can confound a wise man more than laughter from a dunce.

Let joy be unconfined.

One hates an author that's all author.

Let no man grumble when his friends fall off, As they will do like leaves at the first breeze; When your affairs come round, one way or t'other, Go to the coffee house, and take another.

This is to be mortal, And seek the things beyond mortality.

But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell.