Let Us Love Winter, For It Is

Anger Represents A Certain Power, When A Great Mind, Prevented From Executing Its Own Generous Desires, Is Moved By It.

We Are The Buffoons Of Our Children.

Age Has A Good Mind And Sorry Shanks.

Even When I'm Railed At, I Get My Quota Of Renown.

Why Should I Be Ashamed To Describe What Nature Was Not Ashamed To Create?