Live And Die In Aristotle's Works.

Time Doth Run With Calm And Silent Foot, Shortening My Days And Thread Of Vital Life.

Now I Will Show Myselfto Have More Of The Serpent Than The Dove;that Is--more Knave Than Fool.

If We Say That We Have No Sin, We Deceive Ourselves, And There's No Truth In Us. Why Then Belike We Must Sin, And So Consequently Die. Ay, We Must Die An Everlasting Death.

What Are Kings, When Regiment Is Gone, But Perfect Shadows In A Sunshine Day?

O, Thou Art Fairer Than The Evening Air Clad In The Beauty Of A Thousand Stars.