Damn Description, It Is Always Disgusting.

Think'st Thou Existence Doth Depend On Time? It Doth; But Actions Are Our Epochs.

I Am Acquainted With No Immaterial Sensuality So Delightful As Good Acting.

Sweet Is Old Wine In Bottles, Ale In Barrels.

A Thousand Years May Scare Form A State. An Hour May Lay It In Ruins.

Be Thou The Rainbow In The Storms Of Life. The Evening Beam That Smiles The Clouds Away, And Tints Tomorrow With Prophetic Ray.