The Object Of Art Is

I Am A True Laborer: I Earn That I Eat, Get That I Wear, Owe No Man Hate, Envy No Man's Happiness, Glad Of Other Men's Good, Content With My Harm.

Thank Me No Thankings, Nor Proud Me No Prouds.

You Are A Tedious Fool.

Come, And Take Choice Of All My Library, And So Beguile Thy Sorrow.

I Must Have Liberty Withal, As Large A Charter As The Wind, To Blow On Whom I Please, For So Fools Have.