Her Wit Was More Than Man, Her

The Fates But Only Spin The Coarser Clue; The Finest Of The Wool Is Left For You.

Revenge, Revenge, Timotheus Cries, See The Furies Arise!

Railing In Other Men May Be A Crime, But Ought To Pass For Mere Instinct In Him: Instinct He Follows And No Further Knows, For To Write Verse With Him Is To Transprose.

Repartee Is The Soul Of Conversation.

Virgil And Horace [were] The Severest Writers Of The Severest Age.