Thus Grief Still Treads Upon The Heels

Love's But A Frailty Of The Mind, When 'tis Not With Ambition Joined.

Honor Is A Public Enemy, And Conscience A Domestic, And He That Would Secure His Pleasure, Must Pay A Tribute To One And Go Halves With T'other.

They Come Together Like The Coroner's Inquest, To Sit Upon The Murdered Reputations Of The Week.

She Likes Herself, Yet Others Hates, For That Which In Herself She Prizes; And While She Laughs At Them, Forgets She Is The Thing That She Despises.

No, I'm No Enemy To Learning; It Hurts Not Me.