Filth And Old Age, I'm Sure You

There's Never A New Fashion But It's Old.

In April The Sweet Showers Fall And Pierce The Drought Of March To The Root, And All The Veins Are Bathed In Liquor Of Such Power As Brings About The Engendering Of The Flower.

In The Stars Is Written The Death Of Every Man.

Drunkenness Is The Very Sepulcher Of Man's Wit And His Discretion.

If A Man Really Loves A Woman, Of Course He Wouldn't Marry Her For The World If He Were Not Quite Sure That He Was The Best Person She Could Possibly Marry.