Age Has A Good Mind And Sorry

I Am, Indeed, A King, Because I Know How To Rule Myself.

Why Should I Be Ashamed To Describe What Nature Was Not Ashamed To Create?

We Are The Buffoons Of Our Children.

With A Goose-quill And A Few Sheets Of Paper, I Mock Myself Of The Universe. They Say I Am The Son Of A Courtesan; It May Be So, But I Have The Heart Of A King. I Live Free, I Enjoy Myself, I Can Call Myself Happy.

Flee Laziness Which While It Produces An Immediate Delight, Ends In The Sorrow Of Repentance. And Know That Nature Without Exercise Is A Seed Shut Up In The Pod, And Art Without Practice Is Nothing.