Thanks, Sir; All The Rest

I Will Be Correspondent To Command, And Do My Spiriting Gently.

What Man Art Thou That, Thus Bescreened In Night, So Stumblest On My Counsel? *who Are You? Why Do You Hide In The Darkness And Listen To My Private Thoughts?*

Small To Greater Matters Must Give Way.

Fat Paunches Have Lean Pates, And Dainty Bits Make Rich The Ribs, But Backrout Quite The Wits.

I Am Not In The Roll Of Common Men.