Earth-treading Stars That Make Dark Heaven Light

The Ides Of March Are Come. Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; But Not Gone.

What's The Newest Grief? Each Minute Tunes A New One.

An Habitation Giddy And Unsure Hath He That Buildeth On The Vulgar Heart.

Why, All Delights Are Vain; But That Most Vain, Which, With Pain Purchas'd, Doth Inherit Pain.

Comfort's In Heaven, And We Are On The Earth