I Will Despair, And Be At Enmity

They Do Not Love That Do Not Show Their Love.

Night's Candles Have Burned Out, And Jocund Day Stands Tiptoe On The Misty Mountaintops." Hope Tinged With Melancholy - Like Life.

Nature Does Require Her Times Of Preservation.

In Brief, Sir, Study What You Most Affect.

A College Of Wit-crackers Cannot Flout Me Out Of My Humor. Dost Thou Think I Care For A Satire Or An Epigram?