The itch of scribbling.
The traveller with empty pockets will sing in the thief 's face.
Here we all live in a state of ambitious poverty.
No man becomes bad all at once.
Writing in the incurable itch that possesses many.
Refrain from doing ill; for one all powerful reason, lest our children should copy our misdeeds; we are all too prone to imitate whatever is base and depraved.