A Churlish Courtesy Rarely Comes But Either

But Words Came Halting Forth, Wanting Invention's Stay; Invention, Nature's Child, Fled Stepdame Study's Blows; And Others' Feet Still Seemed But Strangers In My Way. Thus, Great With Child To Speak, And Helpless In My Throes, Biting My Truant Pen, Beating Myself For Spite: "fool," Said My Muse To Me, "look In Thy Heart, And Write.

And Thou My Minde Aspire To Higher Things; Grow Rich In That Which Never Taketh Rust.

Blasphemous Words Betray The Vain Foolishness Of The Speaker.

Cupid Makes It His Sport To Pull The Warrior's Plum.

Courage Ought To Be Guided By Skill, And Skill Armed By Courage. Neither Should Hardiness Darken Wit, Nor Wit Cool Hardiness. Be Valiant As Men Despising Death, But Confident As Unwonted To Be Overcome.