Silence In Woman Is Like Speech In

Where Dost Thou Careless Lie, Buried In Ease And Sloth? Knowledge That Sleeps, Doth Die; And This Security, It Is The Common Moth, That Eats On Wits And Arts, And Oft Destroys Them Both.

If All You Boast Of Your Great Art Be True; Sure, Willing Poverty Lives Most In You.

Confound These Ancestors... They've Stolen Our Best Ideas!

And Where She Went, The Flowers Took Thickest Root, As She Had Sow'd Them With Her Odorous Foot.

All The Wise World Is Little Else, In Nature, But Parasites Or Subparasites.