He Will Be The Last

It Is A Wretched Thing To Rest Upon The Fame Of Others, Lest, The Supporting Pillar Being Removed, The Superstructure Should Collapse In Ruin.

Yes, Know Thyself: In Great Concerns Or Small, Be This Thy Care, For This, My Friend, Is All.

A Hairy Body, And Arms Stiff With Bristles, Give Promise Of A Manly Soul.

The Pupil Will Eclipse His Tutor, I Warrant.

Indignation Leads To The Making Of Poetry. [lat., Facit Indignatio Versum.]