The Poet Is The Nearest Borderer Upon

Ambition, Like A Torrent, Never Looks Back.

Let Those That Merely Talk And Never Think, That Live In The Wild Anarchy Of Drink

It Is The Highest Of Earthly Honors To Be Descended From The Great And Good. They Alone Cry Out Against A Noble Ancestry Who Have None Of Their Own.

How Fortune Piles Her Sports When She Begins To Practise Them!

Neither Do Thou Lust After That Tawny Weed Tobacco.