The Muses Were Dumb While Apollo Lectured.

Oh For A Tongue To Curse The Slave Whose Treason, Like A Deadly Blight, Comes O'er The Councils Of The Brave, And Blasts Them In Their Hour Of Might!

His Voice Was The Most Obnoxious Squeak I Ever Was Tormented With.

Gone Before To That Unknown And Silent Shore.

The Only True Time Which A Man Can Properly Call His Own, Is That Which He Has All To Himself; The Rest, Though In Some Sense He May Be Said To Live It, Is Other People's Time, Not His.

The Vices Of Some Men Are Magnificent.