Wine It Is The Milk Of Venus,

All The Wise World Is Little Else, In Nature, But Parasites Or Subparasites.

Calumnies Are Answered Best With Silence.

It Strikes! One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six. Enough, Enough, Dear Watch, Thy Pulse Hath Beat Enough. Now Sleep And Rest; Would Thou Could'st Make The Time To Do So Too; I'll Wind Thee Up No More.

A New Disease? I Know Not, New Or Old, But It May Well Be Called Poor Mortals Plague For, Like A Pestilence, It Doth Infect The Houses Of The Brain Till Not A Thought, Or Motion, In The Mind, Be Free From The Black Poison Of Suspect.

Ready Writing Makes Not Good Writing, But Good Writing Brings On Ready Writing.