And Write About It, Goddess, And About

Tis All In Vain To Keep A Constant Pother About One Vice And Fall Into Another.

But Blind To Former As To Future Fate, What Mortal Knows His Pre-existent State?

Who Are Next To Knaves? Those That Converse With Them.

Give Me Again My Hollow Tree A Crust Of Bread, And Liberty!

Genius Creates, And Taste Preserves. Taste Is The Good Sense Of Genius; Without Taste, Genius Is Only Sublime Folly.