A Man Who Permits His

Let Us Love Winter, For It Is The Spring Of Genius.

Flee Laziness Which While It Produces An Immediate Delight, Ends In The Sorrow Of Repentance. And Know That Nature Without Exercise Is A Seed Shut Up In The Pod, And Art Without Practice Is Nothing.

Perfumed And Gallant Words Make Our Ears Belch.

Even When I'm Railed At, I Get My Quota Of Renown.

Telling You The Truth Than Adore Me For Telling You Lies.