Content If Hence Th' Unlearn'd

To Wake The Soul By Tender Strokes Of Art, To Raise The Genius, And To Mend The Heart

Reason, However Able, Cool At Best, Cares Not For Service, Or But Serves When Prest, Stays Till We Call, And Then Not Often Near.

True Self-love And Social Are The Same.

Fine Sense And Exalted Sense Are Not Half So Useful As Common Sense. There Are Forty Men Of Wit For One Man Of Sense; And He That Will Carry Nothing About Him But Gold, Will Be Every Day At A Loss For Want Of Readier Change.

You Beat Your Pate, And Fancy Wit Will Come: Knock As You Please, There's No Body At Home.