Hang Sorrow, Care'll Kill A Cat.

The Poet Is The Nearest Borderer Upon The Orator.

Get Money, Still Get Money, Boy, No Matter By What Means.

How Near To Good Is What Is Fair!

Still May Syllables Jar With Time, Still May Reason War With Rhyme, Resting Never!

In Small Proportions We Just Beauties See; And In Short Measures, Life May Perfect Be.