A Sad, Wise Valor Is The Brave

Spectacles Are Deaths Harquebuze. [spectacles Are Death's Arquebuse.]

That Flesh Is But The Glasse, Which Holds The Dust That Measures All Our Time; Which Also Shall Be Crumbled Into Dust.

Sweet Day, So Cool, So Calm, So Bright, / The Bridal Of The Earth And Sky.

In Solitude, Be A Multitude To Thyself. Tibullus By All Means Use Sometimes To Be Alone.

He That Hath One Foot In The Straw, Hath Another In The Spittle.