Reader Look, Not On His Picture But

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.

O, For An Engine, To Keep Back All Clocks, Or Make The Sun Forget His Motion!

A Good Poet's Made As Well As Born.

Who Will Not Judge Him Worthy To Be Robbed That Sets His Doors Wide Open To A Thief, And Shows The Felon Where His Treasure Lies?

Success Hath Made Me Wanton.