Whoever Is King, Is Also The Father

Thus Grief Still Treads Upon The Heels Of Pleasure; Married In Haste, We May Repent At Leisure.

Wit Must Be Foiled By Wit: Cut A Diamond With A Diamond.

Turn Pimp, Flatterer, Quack, Lawyer, Parson, Be Chaplain To An Atheist, Or Stallion To An Old Woman, Anything But A Poet; For A Poet Is Worse, More Servile, Timorous And Fawning Than Any I Have Named.

Invention Flags, His Brain Goes Muddy, And Black Despair Succeeds Brown Study.

I Came Up Stairs Into The World, For I Was Born In A Cellar.