Society Is No Comfort, To One Not

Some Smack Of Age In You, Some Relish Of The Saltness Of Time.

An Arrant Traitor As Any Is In The Universal World, Or In France, Or In England.

Though She Be But Little, She Is Fierce!

But Love, First Learned In A Lady's Eyes, Lives Not Alone Immured In The Brain; But, With The Motion Of All Elements, Courses As Swift As Thought In Every Power, And Gives To Every Power A Double Power, Above Their Functions And Their Offices.

Delay Leads Impotent And Snail-paced Beggary.