As One That Neither Seeks, Nor Shuns

Accurst Ambition, How Dearly I Have Bought You.

Genius Must Be Born, And Never Can Be Taught.

Damn'd Neuters, In Their Middle Way Of Steering, Are Neither Fish, Nor Flesh, Nor Good Red Herring.

The Province Of The Soul Is Large Enough To Fill Up Every Cranny Of Your Time, And Leave You Much To Answer For If One Wretch Be Damned By Your Neglect.

And Plenty Makes Us Poor.