No Season Now For Calm, Familiar Talk.

The Life, Which Others Pay, Let Us Bestow, And Give To Fame What We To Nature Owe.

Rock Stars, Is There Anything They Don't Know?

The Ugliest Man Was He Who Came To Troy; With Squinting Eyes And One Distorted Foot.

Thou Wilt Lament Hereafter, When The Evil Shall Be Done And Shall Admit No Cure.

A Generation Of Men Is Like A Generation Of Leaves; The Wind Scatters Some Leaves Upon The Ground, While Others The Burgeoning Wood Brings Forth - And The Season Of Spring Comes On. So Of Men One Generation Springs Forth And Another Ceases.