We Do Not Commonly Find Men Of

Rarely They Rise By Virtue's Aid Who Lie Plunged In The Depth Of Helpless Poverty.

All Arts His Own, The Hungry Greekling Counts; And Bid Him Mount The Skies, The Skies He Mounts.

Revenge, We Find, The Abject Pleasure Of An Abject Mind.

The Care Of A Large Estate Is An Unpleasant Thing.

Great Power Which Incites Great Envy, Hurls Some Men To Destruction; They Are Drowned In A Long Splendid Stream Of Honors.