Henry Fielding

The blackest ink of fate are sure my lot,
And when fate writ my name it made a blot.

The blackest ink of fate are sure my lot,
And when fate writ my name it made a blot.

Now, in reality, the world have paid too great a compliment to critics, and have imagined them to be men read more

Now, in reality, the world have paid too great a compliment to critics, and have imagined them to be men of much greater profundity then they really are.

Love and scandal are the best sweeteners of tea.

Love and scandal are the best sweeteners of tea.

When I'm not thank'd at all, I'm thank'd enough:
I've done my duty, and I've done no more.

When I'm not thank'd at all, I'm thank'd enough:
I've done my duty, and I've done no more.

The modesty's a candle to thy merit.

The modesty's a candle to thy merit.