Truly Thou Art Damned, Like An Ill-roasted

'tis Better To Bear The Ills We Have Than Fly To Others That We Know Not Of.

Learning Is But An Adjunct To Ourself, And Where We Are Our Learning Likewise Is.

A Woman Moved Is Like A Fountain Troubled, Muddy, Ill-seeming, Thick, Bereft Of Beauty.

At Once, Good Night- Stand Not Upon The Order Of Your Going, But Go At Once.

Thou Frothy Tickle-brained Hedge-pig!