Fame Is Nothing But An Empty Name.

By Different Methods Different Men Excel, But Where Is He Who Can Do All Things Well?

Man And Wife, Coupled Together For The Sake Of Strife.

In The First Seat, In Robe Of Various Dyes, A Noble Wildness Flashing From His Eyes, Sat Shakespeare: In One Hand A Wand He Bore, For Mighty Wonders Fam'd In Days Of Yore: The Other Held A Globe, Which To His Will Obedient Turn'd, And Own'd The Master's Skill: Things Of The Noblest Kind His Genius Drew, And Look'd Through Nature At A Single View: A Loose He Gave To His Unbounded Soul, And Taught New Lands To Rise, New Seas To Roll; Call'd Into Being Scenes Unknown Before, And Passing Nature's Bounds, Was Something More.

If Honor Calls, Where'er She Points The Way The Sons Of Honor Follow, And Obey.

He Mouths A Sentence As Curs Mouth A Bone.