Dancing Is The Poetry Of The Foot.

Prodigious Actions May As Well Be Done, By Weaver's Issue, As The Prince's Son.

Genius Must Be Born, It Can't Be Taught.

All Flowers Will Droop In The Absence Of The Sun That Waked Their Sweets.

Nothing To Build, And All Things To Destroy.

Bets At First Were Fool-traps, Where The Wise Like Spiders Lay In Ambush For The Flies.