When Love Begins To Sicken And Decay

Life Is As Tedious As Twice-told Tale, Vexing The Dull Ear Of A Drowsy Man.

Men Judge By The Complexion Of The Sky The State And Inclination Of The Day.

And What Art Thou, Thou Idol Ceremony? What Kind Of God Art Thou, That Suffer'st More Of Mortal Griefs Than Do Thy Worshippers?

I Go, I Go, Look How I Go, Swifter Than An Arrow From A Bow

Suit The Action To The Word : The Word To The Action : With This Special Observance That You O'erstep Not The Modesty Of Nature.