Pythagoras, Locke, Socrates - but pages might be filled up, as vainly as before, with the sad usage of all sorts of sages, who in his life-time, each was deemed a bore! The loftiest minds outrun their tardy ages.

Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please, the more because they preach in vain

Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication.

Shakespeare's name, you may depend on it, stands absurdly too high and will go down.

Yon Sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight; Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native land-Good Night!

That low vice, curiosity!

'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print. A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.