Who To Himself Is Law No Law

Keep Thy Shop, And Thy Shop Will Keep Thee. Light Gains Make Heavy Purses. 'tis Good To Be Merry And Wise.

I Will Neither Yield To The Song Of The Siren Nor The Voice Of The Hyena, The Tears Of The Crocodile Nor The Howling Of The Wolf.

The Best Way To Accomplish Something Is To Just Do It, And Then Find The Courage Afterward.

Tis Immortality To Die Aspiring, As If A Man Were Taken Quick To Heaven.

And For The Authentical Truth Of Either Person Or Actions, Who (worth The Respecting) Will Expect It In A Poem, Whose Subject Is Not Truth, But Things Like Truth? Poor Envious Souls They Are That Cavil At Truth's Want In These Natural Fictions; Material Instruction, Elegant And Sententious Excitation To Virtue, And Deflection From Her Contrary, Being The Soul, Limbs, And Limits Of An Authentical Tragedy.