A Sad Tale's Best For Winter. I

It Is To Be All Made Of Fantasy, All Made Of Passion And All Made Of Wishes, All Adoration, Duty, And Observance, All Humbleness, All Patience And Impatience, All Purity, All Trial, All Observance

Crowns Have Their Compass-length Of Days Their Date- Triumphs Their Tomb-felicity, Her Fate- Of Nought But Earth Can Earth Make Us Partaker, But Knowledge Makes A King Most Like His Maker.

Allow Not Nature More Than Nature Needs.

There Was Never Yet Philosopher That Could Endure The Toothache Patiently

Are You Sure/that We Are Awake? It Seems To Me/that Yet We Sleep, We Dream