I never indulge in rhyme or stanza Unless I'm in bed with the influenza.
Don't ask of your friends what you yourself can do.
The victor is not victorious if the vanquished does not consider himself so
Let no one weep for me, or celebrate my funeral with mourning; for I still live, as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men.
O friend unseen, unborn, unknown, Student of our sweet English tongue, I never indulge in poetics - Unless I am down with rheumatics.
One man by delaying saved the state for us.