Many Can Brook The Weather That Love

Time And The Hour Run Through The Roughest Day.

But What's So Blessed-fair That Fears No Blot? Thou Mayst Be False, And Yet I Know It Not.

I Am As Vigilant As A Cat To Steal Cream.

A Cup Of Hot Wine With Not A Drop Of Allaying Tiber In 't.

There Is A Tide In The Affairs Of Men, Which Taken At The Flood, Leads On To Fortune. Omitted, All The Voyage Of Their Life Is Bound In Shallows And In Miseries. On Such A Full Sea Are We Now Afloat. And We Must Take The Current When It Serves, Or Lose Our Ventures.