Poor Wretches That Depend On Greatness' Favor,

I Can Counterfeit The Deep Tragedian; Speak And Look Back, And Pry On Every Side, Tremble And Start, At Wagging Of A Straw, Intending Deep Suspicion.

My Father Compounded With My Mother Under The Dragon's Tail, And My Nativity Was Under Ursa Major, So That It Follows, I Am Roughand Lecherous. Tut, I Should Have Been That I Am, Had The Maidenliest Star In The Firmament Twinkled On My Bastardizing.

I Am As Vigilant As A Cat To Steal Cream.

In Friendship, As In Love, We Are Often Happier Through Our Ignorance Than Our Knowledge.

Listen To Many, Speak To A Few.