The Little Ones Leaped, And Shouted, And

Forgive What You Do Not Approve & Love Me For This Energetic Exertion Of My Talent

The Ignorant Insults Of Individuals Will Not Hinder Me From Doing My Duty To My Art

The Modest Rose Puts Forth A Thorn,the Humble Sheep A Threat'ning Horn:while The Lily White Shall In Love Delight,nor A Thorn Nor A Threat Stain Her Beauty Bright.

Where There Is Money There Is No Art.

Those Who Restrain Desire, Do So Because Theirs Is Weak Enough To Be Restrained; And The Restrainer Or Reason Usurps Its Place & Governs The Unwilling. And Being Restrain'd It By Degrees Becomes Passive Till It Is Only The Shadow Of Desire.