So All My Best Is Dressing Old

In Love The Heavens Themselves Do Guide The State; Money Buys Lands, And Wives Are Sold By Fate.

A Great Cause Of The Night Is Lack Of The Sun.

Present Mirth Hath Present Laughter. What's To Come Is Still Unsure.

The Eye Sees All, But The Mind Shows Us What We Want To See.

My Conscience Hath A Thousand Several Tongues, And Every Tongue Brings In A Several Tale, And Every Tale Condemns Me For A Villain. Perjury, Perjury, In The High'st Degree; Murder, Stern Murder In The Dir'st Degree, Throng To The Bar, Crying All, 'guilty!, Guilty!