The Morning Steals Upon The Night, Melting

Hanging And Wiving Goes By Destiny.

Every Great Drama Has Its Foreshadow.

Great Men May Jest With Saints; 'tis Wit In Them; But, In The Less Foul Profanation.

By-and-by Is Easily Said.

What Can Be Happier Than For A Man, Conscious Of Virtuous Acts, And Content With Liberty, To Despise All Human Affairs?