The Devil Hath Power To Assume A

Thanks To Men Of Noble Minds, Is Honorable Meed.

But, Soft! What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks? It Is The East, And Juliet Is The Sun. Arise, Fair Sun, And Kill The Envious Moon, Who Is Already Sick And Pale With Grief, That Thou, Her Maid, Art Far More Fair Than She. Be Not Her Maid, Since She Is Envious; Her Vestal Livery Is But Sick And Green And None But Fools Do Wear It; Cast It Off. It Is My Lady, O, It Is My Love! Oh, That She Knew She Were!

A Loud Laugh Bespeaks A Vacant Mind!

Experience Is By Industry Achieved, And Perfected By The Swift Course Of Time.

One May Smile, And Smile, And Be A Villain.