All The Wise World Is

Confound These Ancestors... They've Stolen Our Best Ideas!

Tis Not The Wholesome Sharp Mortality, Or Modest Anger Of A Satiric Spirit, That Hurts Or Wounds The Body Of A State, But The Sinister Application Of The Malicious, Ignorant, And Base Interpreter; Who Will Distort And Strain The General Scope And Purpose Of An Author To His Particular And Private Spleen.

Truth Is Man's Proper Good, And The Only Immortal Thing Was Given To Our Mortality To Use.

If You Be Sick, Your Own Thoughts Make You Sick

O, For An Engine, To Keep Back All Clocks, Or Make The Sun Forget His Motion!