Out Of Clothes Out Of Countenance, Out

When A Virtuous Man Is Raised, It Brings Gladness To His Friends, Grief To His Enemies, And Glory To His Posterity.

Ambition, Like A Torrent, Ne'er Looks Back; And Is A Swelling, And The Last Affection A High Mind Can Put Off; Being Both A Rebel Unto The Soul And Reason, And Enforceth All Laws, All Conscience, Treads Upon Religion, And Offereth Violence To Nature's Self.

That Old Bald Cheater, Time.

The Way To Rise Is To Obey And Please.

The Poet Is The Nearest Borderer Upon The Orator.