Sweet Swan Of Avon! What A Sight

I Glory, More In The Cunning Purchase Of My Wealth Than In The Glad Possession.

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.

Tis The Common Disease Of All Your Musicians That They Know No Mean, To Be Entreated, Either To Begin Or End.

There Is No Greater Hell Than To Be A Prisoner Of Fear.

Success Produces Confidence; Confidence Relaxes Industry, And Negligence Ruins The Reputation Which Accuracy Had Raised.