Force Works On Servile Natures, Not The

If You Succeed Not, Cast Not Away The Quills Yet, Nor Scratch The Wainscot, Beat Not The Poor Desk, But Bring All To The Forge And File Again; Turn It New.

Well, I Will Scourge Those Apes, And To These Courteous Eyes Oppose A Mirror, As Large As Is The Stage Whereon We Act; Where They Shall See The Time's Deformity Anatomised In Every Nerve, And Sinew, With Constant Courage, And Contempt Of Fear.

To The Old, Long Life And Treasure; To The Young, All Health And Pleasure.

Confound These Ancestors... They've Stolen Our Best Ideas!

Fortune, That Favors Fools.