A Good Man Will Avoid The Spot

Poets Are Far Rarer Birds Than Kings.

Forbear, You Things That Stand Upon The Pinnacles Of State, To Boast Your Slippery Height! When You Do Fall, You Dash Yourselves In Pieces, Ne'er To Rise: And He That Lends You Pity, Is Not Wise.

Affliction Teacheth A Wicked Person Sometime To Pray; Prosperity Never.

And Where She Went, The Flowers Took Thickest Root, As She Had Sow'd Them With Her Odorous Foot.

For He That Once Is Good, Is Ever Great.