Confound These Ancestors... They've Stolen Our Best

Whom The Disease Of Talking Still Once Posses-seth, He Can Never Hold His Peace.

All Concord's Born Of Contraries.

Guilt's A Terrible Thing.

Vice Is Like A Fury To The Vicious Mind, And Turns Delight Itself To Punishment.

If Men Will Impartially, And Not Asquint, Look Toward The Offices And Function Of A Poet, They Will Easily Conclude To Themselves The Impossibility Of Any Man's Being A Good Poet Without First Being A Good Man.