Expect Poison From The Standing Water.

Make Your Own Rules Or Be A Slave To Another Man's.

If You Trap The Moment Before It's Ripe, The Tears Of Repentence You'll Certainly Wipe; But If Once You Let The Ripe Moment Go You Can Never Wipe Off The Tears Of Woe.

Then My Verse I Dishonor, My Pictures Despise, My Person Degrade And My Temper Chastise; And The Pen Is My Terror, The Pencil My Shame; And My Talents I Bury, And Dead Is My Fame.

General Good Is The Plea Of The Scoundrel, Hypocite, Flatterer.

Eternity Is In Love With The Productions Of Time.