Of All Wild Beasts Preserve Me From

A Good Poet's Made As Well As Born.

The Pipe Marks The Point At Which The Orangutan Ends And Man Begins.

You Learn Nothing About Someone By The Way They Win The Fight, You Learn Everything About The Way They Lose And Keep Coming Back.

Poor Worms, They Hiss At Me, Whilst I At Home Can Be Contented To Applaud Myself, . . . With Joy To See How Plump My Bags Are And My Barns.

Spread Yourself Upon His Bosom Publicly, Whose Heart You Would Eat In Private.