Poets Are Far Rarer Birds Than Kings.

That I Might Live Alone Once With My Gold! O, 'tis A Sweet Companion! Kind And True: A Man May Trust It When His Father Cheats Him, Brother, Or Friend, Or Wife. O Wondrous Pelf! That Which Makes All Men False, Is True Itself.

The Poet Is The Nearest Borderer Upon The Orator.

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

Now We Are All Fallen, Youth From Their Fear, And Age From That Which Bred It, Good Example.

Memory, Of All The Powers Of The Mind, Is The Most Delicate And Frail.