I Do Honor The Very Flea Of

He Threatens Many That Hath Injured One.

How Ready Is Heaven To Those That Pray!

The Poet Is The Nearest Borderer Upon The Orator.

I Know No Disease Of The Soul But Ignorance, A Pernicious Evil, The Darkener Of Man's Life, The Disturber Of His Reason, And Common Confounder Of Truth.

Popular Men, They Must Create Strange Monsters, And Then Quell Them, To Make Their Arts Seem Something.