This Cold Night Will Turn Us All

The Silence Often Of Pure Innocence Persuades When Speaking Fails.

What, Can The Devil Speak True?

Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbl'd Shore, So Do Our Minutes, Hasten To Their End.

It Is As Easy To Count Atomies As To Resolve The Propositions Of A Lover.

Nothing Is So Common As The Wish To Be Remarkable.(attributed To)