Revenge, Revenge, Timotheus Cries, See The Furies

Maintain Your Post: That's All The Fame You Need; For 'tis Impossible You Should Proceed.

He Who Trusts Secrets To A Servant Makes Him His Master

All Flowers Will Droop In The Absence Of The Sun That Waked Their Sweets.

The Unhappy Man, Who Once Has Trail'd A Pen, Lives Not To Please Himself, But Other Men; Is Always Drudging, Wastes His Life And Blood, Yet Only Eats And Drinks What You Think Good.

Rhyme Is The Rock On Which Thou Art To Wreck.