The House Of Delusions Is Cheap To

Nature, Not Content With Denying Him The Ability To Think, Has Endowed Him With The Ability To Write.

Shoulder The Sky, My Lad, And Drink Your Ale.

This Is For All Ill-treated Fellows Unborn And Unbegot, For Them To Read When They're In Trouble And I Am Not.

Tomorrow, More's The Pity, Away We Both Must Hie, To Air The Ditty And To Earth I.

The Average Man, If He Meddles With Criticism At All, Is A Conservative Critic.