Ambition Makes More Trusty Slaves Than Need

I Have No Urns, No Dusty Monuments; No Broken Images Of Ancestors, Wanting An Ear, Or Nose; No Forged Tales Of Long Descents, To Boast False Honors From.

The World Knows Only Two, That's Rome And I.

A Good Poet's Made As Well As Born.

He That Would Have His Virtue Published, Is Not The Servant Of Virtue, But Glory.

Freedom Doth With Degree Dispense.