Courage Mounteth With Occasion.

Why, What Is Pomp, Rule, Reign, But Earth And Dust? And, Live We How We Can, Yet Die We Must.

I Will Speak Daggers To Her, But Use None.

I Am Giddy, Expectation Whirls Me Round. The Imaginary Relish Is So Sweet That It Enchants My Sense.

Time Does Not Have The Same Appeal For Every One

Travelers Never Did Lie, Though Fools At Home Condemn Them.