Neither Do Thou Lust After That Tawny

Confound These Ancestors... They've Stolen Our Best Ideas!

Affliction Teacheth A Wicked Person Sometime To Pray; Prosperity Never.

Tis The Common Disease Of All Your Musicians That They Know No Mean, To Be Entreated, Either To Begin Or End.

Tis Not The Wholesome Sharp Mortality, Or Modest Anger Of A Satiric Spirit, That Hurts Or Wounds The Body Of A State, But The Sinister Application Of The Malicious, Ignorant, And Base Interpreter; Who Will Distort And Strain The General Scope And Purpose Of An Author To His Particular And Private Spleen.

The Burnt Child Dreads The Fire.