Man, I Can Assure You, Is A

When We Are Understood, We Always Speak Well, And Then All Your Fine Diction Serves No Purpose.

It Is Good Food And Not Fine Words That Keeps Me Alive.

What! Would You Make No Distinction Between Hypocrisy And Devotion? Would You Give Them The Same Names, And Respect The Mask As You Do The Face? Would You Equate Artifice And Sincerity? Confound Appearance With Truth? Regard The Phantom As The Very Person? Value Counterfeit As Cash?

Grammar, Which Can Govern Even Kings.

Anyone May Be An Honorable Man, And Yet Write Verse Badly.