Tears Water Our Growth.

I Have Supped Full With Horrors.

Love's Best Habit Is A Soothing Tongue

Give Me A Staff Of Honor For Mine Age, But Not A Sceptre To Control The World.

Finish, Good Lady; The Bright Day Is Done, And We Are For The Dark.

We Do Not Keep The Outward Form Of Order, Where There Is Deep Disorder In The Mind.