Fame Can Never Make Us Lie Down

I Find Myself Hoping A Total End Of All The Unhappy Divisions Of Mankind By Party-spirit, Which At Best Is But The Madness Of Many For The Gain Of A Few.

Tis True, 'tis Certain; Man, Though Dead, Retains Part Of Himself; The Immortal Mind Remains.

The Zeal Of Fools Offends At Any Time.

Whoe'er He Be That Tells My Faults, I Hate Him Mortally.

Cavil You May, But Never Criticise.