The Road To The Inn Is Much

I Would Have Nobody To Control Me; I Would Be Absolute: And Who But I? Now, He That Is Absolute Can Do What He Likes; He That Can Do What He Likes Can Take His Pleasure; He That Can Take His Pleasure Can Be Content; And He That Can Be Content Has No More To Desire. So The Matter 's Over; And Come What Will Come, I Am Satisfied.

He That Will Not When He May, When He Would, He Should Have Nay.

What A Man Has, So Much He Is Sure Of.

Thou Art A Cat, And A Rat, And A Coward.

Believe There Are No Limits But The Sky.