To The Old, Long Life And Treasure;

Opinion Is A Light, Vain, Crude, And Imperfect Thing.

True Gladness Doth Not Always Speak; Joy, Bred And Born But In The Tongue, Is Weak.

That I Might Live Alone Once With My Gold! O, 'tis A Sweet Companion! Kind And True: A Man May Trust It When His Father Cheats Him, Brother, Or Friend, Or Wife. O Wondrous Pelf! That Which Makes All Men False, Is True Itself.

Sweet Meat Must Have Sour Sauce.

Popular Men, They Must Create Strange Monsters, And Then Quell Them, To Make Their Arts Seem Something.