Come Not Between The Dragon And His

Those, That With Haste Will Make A Mighty Fire, Begin It With Weak Straws.

Lilies That Fester Smell Far Worse Than Weeds.

An Arrant Traitor As Any Is In The Universal World, Or In France, Or In England.

The Common Curse Of Mankind, Folly And Ignorance, Be Thine In Great Revenue!

I Do Not Set My Life At A Pin's Fee, And For My Soul, What Can It Do To That, Being A Thing Immortal As Itself?