Memory, The Warder Of The Brain.

Small To Greater Matters Must Give Way.

Gnarling Sorrow Hath Less Power To Bite The Man That Mocks At It And Sets It Light.

I Am Misanthropos, And Hate Mankind, For Thy Part, I Do Wish Thou Wert A Dog, That I Might Love Thee Something.

If By Chance I Talk A Little Wild, Forgive Me; I Had It From My Father.

O Teach Me How I Should Forget To Think (1.1.224)