Feed The Musician, And He's Out Of

Arrogance Is The Act Of The Great; Presumption That Of The Little.

Better To Love Amiss Than Nothing To Have Loved.

Men Famed For Wit, Of Dangerous Talents Vain, Treat Those Of Common Parts With Proud Disdain; The Powers That Wisdom Would, Improving, Hide, They Blaze Abroad, With Inconsid'rate Pride; While Yet But Mere Probationers For Fame, They Seize The Honor They Should Then Disclaim: Honor So Hurried To The Light Must Fade, The Lasting Laurels Nourish In The Shade.

In This Wild World The Fondest And The Best Are The Most Tried, Most Troubled And Distress'd.

The Game Is Never Lost Till Won.