Winding Up Days With Toil And Nights

Go Wisely And Slowly. Those Who Rush Stumble And Fall.

But Jealous Souls Will Not Be Answered So, They Are Not Ever Jealous For The Cause, But Jealous For They're Jealous. 'tis A Monster Begot Upon Itself, Born On Itself.

To Mourn A Mischief That Is Past And Gone Is The Next Way To Draw New Mischief On.

O Heresy In Fair, Fit For These Days, A Giving Hand, Though Foul, Shall Have Fair Praise.

My Lord, They Say Five Moons Were Seen To-night-- Four Fixed, And The Fifth Did Whirl About The Other Four In Wondrous Motion.