A Good Poet's Made As Well As

Nor Shall Our Cups Make Any Guilty Men; But At Our Parting, We Will Be, As When We Innocently Met.

Opinion Is A Light, Vain, Crude, And Imperfect Thing.

Honor's A Good Brooch To Wear In A Man's Hat At All Times.

Success Hath Made Me Wanton.

It Strikes! One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six. Enough, Enough, Dear Watch, Thy Pulse Hath Beat Enough. Now Sleep And Rest; Would Thou Could'st Make The Time To Do So Too; I'll Wind Thee Up No More.