Lay Aside Life-harming Heaviness, And Entertain A

Our Enemies Are Our Outward Consciences.

Lovers Can Do Their Amorous Rites By Their Own Beauties

Fear No More The Heat O' Th' Sun Nor The Furious Winters' Rages; Thou Thy Worldly Task Hast Done, Home Art Gone, And Ta'en Thy Wages. Golden Lads And Girls All Must, As Chimney-sweepers, Come To Dust.

If Is A Custom, More Honor'd In The Breach Than The Observance.

In Friendship, As In Love, We Are Often Happier Through Our Ignorance Than Our Knowledge.