Pleasure And Action Make The Hours Seem

The Amity That Wisdom Knits Not, Folly May Easily Untie.

Give Me My Robe, Put On My Crown; I Have Immortal Longings In Me.

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

Let Us Kill All Lawyers

Reflection Is The Business Of Man; A Sense Of His State Is His First Duty: But Who Remembereth Himself In Joy? Is It Not In Mercy Then That Sorrow Is Allotted Unto Us?