Kings Fight For Empires, Madmen For Applause.

For Your Ignorance Is The Mother Of Your Devotion To Me.

Luxurious Kings Are To Their People Lost, They Live Like Drones, Upon The Public Cost.

Or Hast Thou Known The World So Long In Vain?

Fame Then Was Cheap, And The First Comer Sped; And They Have Kept It Since By Being Dead.

Every Language Is So Full Of Its Own Proprieties That What Is Beautiful In One Is Often Barbarous, Nay, Sometimes Nonsense, In Another.