The Weakest Goes To The Wall.

O! For A Muse Of Fire, That Would Ascend The Brightest Heaven Of Invention.

Did My Heart Love Till Now? Forswear It, Sight! For I Ne'er Saw True Beauty Till This Night.

A Gentleman That Loves To Hear Himself Talk, Will Speak More In A Minute Than He Will Stand To In A Month.

A Golden Mind Stoops Not To Shows Of Dross.

Light, Seeking Light, Doth Light Of Light Beguile