Ah, Nut-brown Partridges! Ah, Brilliant Pheasants! And

Fools Are My Theme, Let Satire Be My Song.

The Heart Will Break, But Broken Live On.

Keep Thy Smooth Words And Juggling Homilies For Those Who Know Thee Not.

Think'st Thou There Is No Tyranny But That Of Blood And Chains? The Despotism Of Vice-- The Weakness And The Wickedness Of Luxury-- The Negligence--the Apathy--the Evils Of Sensual Sloth--produces Ten Thousand Tyrants, Whose Delegated Cruelty Surpasses The Worst Acts Of One Energetic Master, However Harsh And Hard In His Own Bearing.

Nothing Can Confound A Wise Man More Than Laughter From A Dunce.