Unsubstantial Death Is Amorous.

A Hand As Fruitful As The Land That Feeds Us; His Dew Falls Everywhere.

Therefore The Moon, The Governess Of Floods, Pale In Her Anger Washes All The Air, That Rheumatic Diseases Do Abound; And Through This Distemperature We See The Seasons Alter: Hoary-headed Frosts Fall In The Fresh Lap Of The Crimson Rose.

Life's Uncertain Voyage.

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

It's Easy For Someone To Joke About Scars If They've Never Been Cut.