A Harmless Necessary Cat.

Time Doth Transfix The Flourish Set On Youth And Delves The Parallels In Beauty's Brow.

Better Be With The Dead, Whom We To Gain Our Peace, Have Sent To Peace, Than On The Torture Of The Mind To Lie In Restless Ecstasy.

O, Spirit Of Love, How Quick And Fresh Art Thou!

Adversity Makes Strange Bedfellows.

I Had As Lief Have Been Myself Alone.