From This Day Forward Until The End

Time, Whose Millioned Accidents Creep In Betwixt Vows, And Change Decrees Of Kings, Tan Sacred Beauty, Blunt The Sharpest Intents, Divert Strong Minds To The Course Of Altering Things.

Remuneration! O! That's The Latin Word For Three Farthings

I Love You With So Much Of My Heart That None Is Left To Protest.

Assume A Virtue, If You Have It Not. That Monster, Custom, Who All Sense Doth Eat; Of Habits Devil, Is Angel Yet In This.

Though Death Be Poor, It Ends A Mortal Woe.