Your Argument Is Sound, Nothing But Sound.

It Is Ill-manners To Silence A Fool And Cruelty To Let Him Go On

I Know As Well As Thee That I Am No Poet Born It Is A Trade, I Never Learnt Nor Indeed Could Learn If I Make Verses-'tis In Spite Of Nature And My Stars I Write.

A Man Wrapped Up In Himself Makes A Very Small Bundle.

Learn Of The Skillful; He That Teaches Himself, Has A Fool For His Master.

You Have On Hand Those Things That You Need If You Have But The Wit And Wisdom To Use Them.