Then my verse I dishonor, my pictures despise, my person degrade and my temper chastise; and the pen is my terror, the pencil my shame; and my talents I bury, and dead is my fame.

The tigers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.

Demonstration, similitude & harmony are objects of reasoning. Invention, identity & melody are objects of intuition.

I give you the end of a golden string, Only wind it into a ball, It will lead you in at Heaven's gate Built in Jerusalem's wall.

The fool who persists in his folly will become wise.

If you, who are organised by Divine Providence for spiritual communion, refuse, and bury your talent in the earth, even though you should want natural bread, sorrow and desperation pursue you through life, and after death shame and confusion of face to eternity.

Make your own rules or be a slave to another man's.