No One Is Safe From Slander. The

Most People Die From The Remedy Rather Than From The Illness.

You Have But To Hold Forth In Cap And Gown, And Any Gibberish Becomes Learning, All Nonsense Passes For Sense.

Deference And Intimacy Live Far Apart.

Then Worms Shall Try That Long Preserved Virginity, And Your Quaint Honor Turn To Dust, And Into Ashes All My Lust. The Grave's A Fine And Private Place But None, I Think, Do There Embrace.

The Less We Deserve Good Fortune, The More We Hope For It.