For Truth Hath Better Deeds Than Words

We Have Seen Better Days.

The Heart Hath Treble Wrong When It Is Barr'd The Aidance Of The Tongue.

There's Villainous News Abroad.

What E'er You Are That In This Desert Inaccessible, Under The Shade Of Melancholy Boughs, Lose And Neglect The Creeping Hours Of Time.

Light And Lust Are Deadly Enemies.