Self-defense Is Nature's Eldest Law.

Mere Poets Are Sottish As Mere Drunkards Are, Who Live In A Continual Mist, Without Seeing Or Judging Anything Clearly. A Man Should Be Learned In Several Sciences, And Should Have A Reasonable, Philosophical And In Some Measure A Mathematical Head, To Be A Complete And Excellent Poet.

Pity Melts The Mind To Love.

Truth Is The Foundation Of All Knowledge And The Cement Of All Societies.

Wit Will Shine Through The Harsh Cadence Of A Rugged Line.

Men Are But Children Of A Larger Growth, Our Appetites As Apt To Change As Theirs, And Full As Craving Too, And Full As Vain.