O Winter, Ruler Of The Inverted Year!

Visits Are Insatiable Devourers Of Time, And Fit Only For Those Who, If They Did Not That, Would Do Nothing.

Grief Is Itself A Medicine.

Absence Of Occupation Is Not Rest; A Mind Quite Vacant Is A Mind Distressed.

War's A Game, Which, Were Their Subjects Wise, Kings Would Not Play At.

And Diff'ring Judgments Serve But To Declare That Truth Lies Somewhere, If We Knew But Where.