Prepare, You Lovers, To Know

And If I Drink Oblivion Of A Day, / So Shorten I The Stature Of My Soul.

I've Studied Men From My Topsy-turvy Close, And I Reckon, Rather True. Some Are Fine Fellows: Some, Right Scurvy; Most, A Dash Between The Two.

Friendship, I Fancy, Means One Heart Between Two.

A Witty Woman Is A Treasure; A Witty Beauty Is A Power.

The Stench Of The Trail Of Ego In Our History. It Is Ego - Ego, The Fountain Cry, Origin, Sole Source Of War.