Keen Appetite And Quick Digestion Wait On

What I Have Left Is From My Native Spring; I've Still A Heart That Swells, In Scorn Of Fate, And Lifts Me To My Banks.

Thou Tyrant, Tyrant Jealousy, Thou Tyrant Of The Mind!

The First Is The Law, The Last Prerogative.

Maintain Your Post: That's All The Fame You Need; For 'tis Impossible You Should Proceed.

For Those Whom God To Ruin Has Design'd, He Fits For Fate, And First Destroys Their Mind.