My Salad Days, When I Was Green

Life... Is A Paradise To What We Know Of Death.

The Let-alone Lies Not In Your Good Will.

Virtue Is Beauty, But The Beauteous Evil. Are Empty Trunks O'erflourished By The Devil.

If You Love An Addle Egg As Well As You Love An Idle Head, You Would Eat Chickens I' Th' Shell.

Mercy Is Not Itself, That Oft Looks So; Pardon Is Still The Nurse Of Second Woe.