Knaves Starve Not In The Land Of

Drawn By Conceit From Reason's Plan How Vain Is That Poor Creature Man; How Pleas'd In Ev'ry Paltry Elf To Grate About That Thing Himself.

Fame Is Nothing But An Empty Name.

The Proud Will Sooner Lose Than Ask Their Way.

Who Often, But Without Success, Have Prayed For Apt Alliteration's Artful Aid.

The More Haste, Ever The Worst Speed.