The Elephant Is Never Won By Anger;

The Perverseness Of My Fate Is Such That He's Not Mine Because He's Mine Too Much.

Ill Habits Gather Unseen Degrees, As Brooks Make Rivers, Rivers Run To Seas.

Be Slow To Resolve, But Quick In Performance.

Mere Poets Are Sottish As Mere Drunkards Are, Who Live In A Continual Mist, Without Seeing Or Judging Anything Clearly. A Man Should Be Learned In Several Sciences, And Should Have A Reasonable, Philosophical And In Some Measure A Mathematical Head, To Be A Complete And Excellent Poet.

Luxurious Kings Are To Their People Lost, They Live Like Drones, Upon The Public Cost.