Poets, like whores, are only hated by each other.
Have as much good nature as good sense since they generally are companions.
Money makes up in a measure all other wants in men.
I weigh the man, not his title; 'tis not the king's stamp can make the metal better.
Poets, like friends to whom you are in debt, you hate.
Your women of honor, as you call 'em , are only chary of their reputations, not their persons, and 'tis scandal they would avoid, not men.