Tomorrow Is An Old Deceiver, And His

I Would Advise You, Sir, To Study Algebra, If You Are Not An Adept Already In It: Your Head Would Get Less Muddy, And You Will Leave Off Tormenting Your Neighbours About Paper And Packthread, While We All Live Together In A World That Is Bursting With Sin And Sorrow.

Fate Wings, With Every Wish, The Afflictive Dart, Each Gift Of Nature, And Each Grace Of Art.

Some People Wave Their Dogmatic Thinking Until Their Own Reason Is Entangled.

Was Ever Poet So Trusted Before?

No Man Can Taste The Fruits Of Autumn While He Is Delighting His Scent With The Flowers Of Spring.