One principal characteristic of vice in the present age is the contempt of fame.
If the best man's faults were written on his forehead, he would draw his hat over his eyes.
Can honor's voice provoke the silent dust, or flattery soothe the dull, cold ear of death?
And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest.
Sorrow's faded form, and solitude behind.
Now as the Paradisiacal pleasures of the Mahometans consist in playing upon the flute and lying with Houris, be mine to read eternal new romances of Marivaux and Crebillon.