I Have Something More To Do Than

The Muses Were Dumb While Apollo Lectured.

Oh, Breathe Not His Name! Let It Sleep In The Shade, Where Cold And Unhonour'd His Relics Are Laid

Cultivate Simplicity Or Rather Should I Say Banish Elaborateness, For Simplicity Springs Spontaneous From The Heart.

Books Think For Me. I Can Read Anything Which I Call A Book.

Tis The Privilege Of Friendship To Talk Nonsense, And To Have Nonsense Respected.