Critics Are Like Brushers Of Noblemen's Clothes.

Envy Not Greatness: For Thou Mak'st Thereby Thyself The Worse, And So The Distance Greater.

The Tree That God Plants, No Winde Hurts It.

Who Remove Stones, Bruise Their Fingers.

Neither Bribe Nor Loose Thy Right.

Little Dogs Start The Hare, The Great Get Her.