Hang Sorrow, Care'll Kill A Cat.

My Thoughts And I Were Of Another World.

Sweet Meat Must Have Sour Sauce.

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.

The Poet Is The Nearest Borderer Upon The Orator.

They, Who Know No Evil, Will Suspect None.