True Melancholy Breeds Your Perfect

Language Most Shows A Man, Speak That I May See Thee.

Drink Today, And Drown All Sorrow; You Shall Perhaps Not Do It Tomorrow; Best, While You Have It, Use Your Breath; There Is No Drinking After Death.

It Is A Note Of Upstart Greatness To Observe And Watch For These Poor Trifles, Which The Noble Mind Neglects And Scorns.

Popular Men, They Must Create Strange Monsters, And Then Quell Them, To Make Their Arts Seem Something.

If All You Boast Of Your Great Art Be True; Sure, Willing Poverty Lives Most In You.