The Impromptu Reply Is Precisely The Touchstone

Ah, There Are No Longer Any Children!

Then Worms Shall Try That Long Preserved Virginity, And Your Quaint Honor Turn To Dust, And Into Ashes All My Lust. The Grave's A Fine And Private Place But None, I Think, Do There Embrace.

Malicious Tongues Spread Their Poison Abroad And Nothing Here Below Is Proof Against Them.

Don't Appear So Scholarly, Pray. Humanize Your Talk, And Speak To Be Understood.

Solitude Terrifies The Soul At Twenty.