You Will Never Age For Me, Nor

. . From This Moment The Very Firstlings Of My Heart Shall Be The Firstlings Of My Hand. And Even Now, To Crown My Thoughts With Acts, Be It Thought And Done.

Trifles Light As Air Are To The Jealous Confirmations Strong As Proofs Of Holy Writ.

Every Subject's Duty Is The Kings, But Every Subject's Soul Is His Own.

Heat Not A Furnace For Your Foe So Hot That It Do Singe Yourself.

Why, What Is Pomp, Rule, Reign, But Earth And Dust? And, Live We How We Can, Yet Die We Must.