Were't Not For Laughing, I Should Pity

Come Not Between The Dragon And His Wrath.

Words Are Grown So False, I Am Loath To Prove Reason With Them.

And, Looking On It With Lack-lustre Eye, Says Very Wisely, "it Is Ten O'clock: Thus We May See," Quoth He, "how The World Wags."

Boundless Intemperance In Nature Is A Tyranny. It Hath Been Th' Untimely Emptying Of The Happy Throne And Fall Of Many Kings.

I Am Declined Into The Vale Of Years.