The Amity That Wisdom Knits Not, Folly

What's Done Cannot Be Undone. To Bed, To Bed, To Bed.

I Drink To The General Joy O’ The Whole Table." Macbeth

The Eagle Suffers Little Birds To Sing.

A Good Leg Will Fall; A Straight Back Will Stoop; A Black Beard Will Turn White; A Curl'd Pate Will Grow Bald; A Fair Face Will Wither; A Full Eye Will Wax Hollow: But A Good Heart, Kate, Is The Sun And The Moon; Or, Rather, The Sun, And Not The Moon, — For It Shines Bright, And Never Changes, But Keeps His Course Truly.

Who Are The Violets Now That Strew The Lap Of The New-come Spring?