The True Poet Dreams Being Awake.

What Have I Gained By Health? Intolerable Dullness. What By Mode Meals? A Total Blank.

Trample Not On The Ruins Of A Man.

Our Appetites, Of One Or Another Kind, Are Excellent Spurs To Our Reason, Which Might Otherwise But Feebly Set About The Great Ends Of Preserving And Continuing The Species.

Not If I Know Myself At All.

The Vices Of Some Men Are Magnificent.