Tell Troth And Shame The

Spread Yourself Upon His Bosom Publicly, Whose Heart You Would Eat In Private.

It Holds For Good Polity Ever, To Have That Outwardly In Vilest Estimation, Which Inwardly Is Most Dear To Us.

The Burnt Child Dreads The Fire.

Tis Not The Wholesome Sharp Mortality, Or Modest Anger Of A Satiric Spirit, That Hurts Or Wounds The Body Of A State, But The Sinister Application Of The Malicious, Ignorant, And Base Interpreter; Who Will Distort And Strain The General Scope And Purpose Of An Author To His Particular And Private Spleen.

The Poet Is The Nearest Borderer Upon The Orator.