The Pupil Will Eclipse His Tutor, I

Where Have You Ever Found That Man Who Stopped Short After The Perpetration Of A Single Crime?

Many Suffer From The Incurable Disease Of Writing, And It Becomes Chronic In Their Sick Minds.

Common Sense Among Men Of Fortune Is Rare.

The Noiseless Foot Of Tune Steals Swiftly By And Ere We Dream Of Manhood, Age Is Nigh.

This Is My Wish, This Is My Command, My Pleasure Is My Reason