It Easeth Some, Though None It Ever

When Thou Cam'st First, Thou Strok'st Me And Made Much Of Me; Wouldst Give Me Water With Berries In't; And Teach Me How To Name The Bigger Light, And How The Less, That Burn By Day And Night; And Then I Loved Thee And Showed Thee All The Qualities O' Th' Isle, The Fresh Springs, Brine-pits, Barren Place And Fertile.

It's Easy For Someone To Joke About Scars If They've Never Been Cut.

And A Man's Life's No More Than To Say "one."

What's Done Is Done. The Joy Is In The Doing.

What Time Hath Scanted Men In Hair, He Hath Given Them In Wit.