Satire Is A Kind Of Poetry In

Jealousy Is The Jaundice Of The Soul.

The Longest Tyranny That Ever Sway'd Was That Wherein Our Ancestors Betray'd Their Free-born Reason To The Stagirite [aristotle], And Made His Torch Their Universal Light. So Truth, While Only One Suppli'd The State, Grew Scarce, And Dear, And Yet Sophisticate.

Her Wit Was More Than Man, Her Innocence A Child.

Reason Is A Crutch For Age, But Youth Is Strong Enough To Walk Alone.

Welcome, Thou Kind Deceiver! Thou Best Of Thieves; Who, With An Easy Key, Dost Open Life, And, Unperceived By Us, Even Steal Us From Ourselves.