When Good Luck Knocks At The Door,

Let Every Man Mind His Own Business.

Fly Not, Cowards And Vile Beings, For A Single Knight Attacks You.

Our Hours In Love Have Wings; In Absence, Crutches.

In Short, Virtue Cannot Live Where Envy Reigns, Nor Liberality Subsist With Niggardliness.

Poesy Is A Beauteous Damsel, Chaste, Honourable, Discreet, Witty, Retired, And Who Keeps Herself Within The Limits Of Propriety. She Is A Friend Of Solitude; Fountains Entertain Her, Meadows Console Her, Woods Free Her From Ennui, Flowers Delight Her; In Short, She Gives Pleasure And Instruction To All With Whom She Communicates.