Many A Man's Tongue Shakes Out His

Why, Courage Then! What Cannot Be Avoided 'twere Childish Weakness To Lament Or Fear.

France Is A Dog-hole, And It No More Merits The Tread Of A Man's Foot.

If Thou Art Rich, Thou Art Poor; For, Like An Ass, Whose Back With Ingots Bows, Thou Bearest Thy Heavy Riches But A Journey, And Death Unloads Thee.

And Oft, My Jealousy Shapes Faults That Are Not.

And Will He Not Come Again? And Will He Not Come Again? No, No, He Is Dead. Go To Thy Deathbed. He Never Will Come Again.