Dancing Is The Poetry Of The Foot.

Nothing To Build, And All Things To Destroy.

If Thou Dost Still Retain The Same Ill Habits, The Same Follies, Too, Still Thou Art Bound To Vice, And Still A Slave.

Keen Appetite And Quick Digestion Wait On You And Yours.

As One That Neither Seeks, Nor Shuns His Foe.

Prodigious Actions May As Well Be Done, By Weaver's Issue, As The Prince's Son.