For My Part, Getting Up Seems Not

Apothegms Form A Short Cut To Much Knowledge.

Some Dreams We Have Are Nothing Else But Dreams, Unnatural And Full Of Contradictions; Yet Others Of Our Most Romantic Schemes, Are Something More Than Fictions.

When He Is Forsaken, Withered And Shaken, What Can An Old Man Do But Die?

Boughs Are Daily Rifled By The Gusty Thieves, And The Book Of Nature Getteth Short Of Leaves.

When Was Ever Honey Made With One Bee In A Hive?