There Are Few Ways In

A Poet, Naturalist, And Historian, Who Left Scarcely Any Style Of Writing Untouched, And Touched Nothing That He Did Not Adorn.

None Can Be Pleased Without Praise, And Few Can Be Praised Without Falsehood.

Wit Will Never Make A Man Rich, But There Are Places Where Riches Will Always Make A Wit.

Words Too Familiar, Or Too Remote, Defeat The Purpose Of A Poet.

...a Common Observation, That Few Are Mended By Imprisonment, And That He, Whose Crimes Have Made Confinement Necessary, Seldom Makes Any Other Use Of His Enlargement, Than To Do, With Greater Cunning, What He Did Before With Less.