Do What You Will This

How Have You Left The Ancient Love That Bards Of Old Enjoyed In You! The Languid Strings Do Scarcely Move! The Sound Is Forced, The Notes Are Few!

Sooner Strangle An Infant In Its Cradle Than Nurse Unacted Desires.

Praises Reap Not! Joys Laugh Not! Sorrows Weep Not!

The Foundation Of Empire Is Art And Science. Remove Them Or Degrade Them, And The Empire Is No More. Empire Follows Art And Not Vice Versa As Englishmen Suppose.

The Fox Condemns The Trap, Not Himself.