Thy Decay's Still Impregnate With Divinity.

My Turn Of Mind Is So Given To Taking Things In The Absurd Point Of View, That It Breaks Out In Spite Of Me Every Now And Then.

Kill A Man's Family, And He May Brook It, But Keep Your Hands Out Of His Breeches' Pocket.

Shakespeare's Name, You May Depend On It, Stands Absurdly Too High And Will Go Down.

I Am Not Now That Which I Have Been.

And Those Who Saw, It Did Surprise, Such Drops Could Fall From Human Eyes.