Thus Hath The Candle Sing'd The Moth.

Though I Be But Prince Of Wales, Yet I Am The King Of Courtesy.

I Have Lived Long Enough. My Way Of Life Is To Fall Into The Sere, The Yellow Leaf, And That Which Should Accompany Old Age, As Honor, Love, Obedience, Troops Of Friends I Must Not Look To Have.

The Clock Upbraids Me With The Waste Of Time.

Nature Does Require Her Time Of Preservation, Which Perforce, I Her Frail Son Amongst My Brethren Mortal, Must Give My Attendance To.

The Very Substance Of The Ambitious Is Merely The Shadow Of A Dream.