Mischiefs Feed / Like Beasts,

If All You Boast Of Your Great Art Be True; Sure, Willing Poverty Lives Most In You.

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

Mischiefs Feed / Like Beasts, Till They Be Fat, And Then They Bleed.

Whosoever Loves Not Picture Is Injurious To Truth, And All The Wisdom Of Poetry. Picture Is The Invention Of Heaven, The Most Ancient And Most Akin To Nature. It Is Itself A Silent Work, And Always One And The Same Habit.

I Perceive Affection Makes A Fool Of Any Man Too Much The Father.