Tis A Cruelty To Load A Fallen

The Gray-eyed Morn Smiles On The Frowning Night, Checkering The Eastern Clouds With Streaks Of Light.

My Wits Begin To Turn.

All Places That The Eye Of Heaven Visits Are To A Wise Man Ports And Happy Havens. Teach Thy Necessity To Reason Thus; There Is No Virtue Like Necessity.

A Man Loves The Meat In His Youth That He Cannot Endure In His Age.

A Good Man's Fortune May Grow Out At Heels.