You Are An Alchemist; Make Gold Of

What's Brave, What's Noble, Let's Do It After The Roman Fashion.

For I Can Raise No Money By Vile Means.

What A Terrible Era In Which Idiots Govern The Blind.

Taffeta Phrases, Silken Terms Precise, Three-piled Hyperboles, Spruce Affection, Figures Pedantical--these Summer Flies Have Blown Me Full Of Maggot Ostentation.

We Must Not Stint Our Necessary Actions In The Fear To Cope Malicious Censurers, Which Ever, As Rav'nous Fishes, Do A Vessel Follow That Is New-trimmed, But Benefit No Further Than Vainly Longing.