'tis Very Certain The Desire Of Life

This Is To Be Mortal, And Seek The Things Beyond Mortality.

Age Shakes Athena's Tower, But Spares Gray Marathon.

The Very Best Of Vineyards Is The Cellar

So The Struck Eagle, Stretch'd Upon The Plain, No More Through Rolling Clouds To Soar Again, View'd His Own Feather On The Fatal Dart, And Wing'd The Shaft That Quiver'd In His Heart.

A Woman Being Never At A Loss... The Devil Always Sticks By Them.