... The Best Pilots Have Need Of

Poor Worms, They Hiss At Me, Whilst I At Home Can Be Contented To Applaud Myself, . . . With Joy To See How Plump My Bags Are And My Barns.

Nor For My Peace Will I Go Far, As Wanderers Do, That Still Do Roam, But Make My Strengths, Such As They Are, Here In My Bosom, And At Home.

Success Hath Made Me Wanton.

To Men Pressed By Their Wants All Change Is Ever Welcome.

Indeed There's A Woundy Luck In Names.