Away, You Mouldy Rogue, Away!

When He Is Best, He Is A Little Worse Than A Man; And When He Is Worst, He Is Little Better Than A Beast.

So Weary With Disasters, Tugg'd With Fortune, That I Would Set My Life On Any Chance, To Mend, Or Be Rid On't.

What Is The City But The People?

Full Oft We See Cold Wisdom Waiting On Superfluous Folly.

A King Of Infinite Space