Tis Immortality To Die Aspiring, As If

There Is A Nick In Fortune's Restless Wheel For Each Man's Good.

He That Shuns Trifles Must Shun The World.

Flatterers Look Like Friends, As Wolves Like Dogs.

Man Is A Torch Borne In The Wind; A Dream But Of A Shadow, Summed With All His Substance.

Poetry, Unlike Oratory, Should Not Aim At Clarity... But Be Dense With Meaning, 'something To Be Chewed And Digested'.