Who Hath No Faith To Man, To

Poetry, Unlike Oratory, Should Not Aim At Clarity... But Be Dense With Meaning, 'something To Be Chewed And Digested'.

So Our Lives In Acts Exemplary, Not Only Win Ourselves Good Names, But Doth To Others Give Matter For Virtuous Deeds, By Which We Live.

I Will Neither Yield To The Song Of The Siren Nor The Voice Of The Hyena, The Tears Of The Crocodile Nor The Howling Of The Wolf.

We Inherit Nothing Truly, But What Our Actions Make Us Worthy Of.

Danger, The Spur Of All Great Minds.