Age Shakes Athena's Tower, But Spares Gray

Shakespeare's Name, You May Depend On It, Stands Absurdly Too High And Will Go Down.

History - The Devil's Scripture

Such Is Your Cold Coquette, Who Can't Say "no," And Won't Say "yes," And Keeps You On And Off-ing On A Lee-shore, Till It Begins To Blow, Then Sees Your Heart Wreck'd, With An Inward Scoffing.

Pure Friendship's Well-feigned Blush.

That Music In Itself, Whose Sounds Are Song, The Poetry Of Speech.