Critics! Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame.
A mind that is conscious of its integrity scorns to say more than it means to perform.
Inspiring bold JohnBarleycorn! What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi' usquebae, we'll face the devil!
Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed.
But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.
The best plans of men and mice often go awry.