What Is The City But The People?

Ay, But To Die, And Go We Know Not Where.

I Can Call Spirits From The Vasty Deep.

True Hope Is Swift, And Flies With Swallow's Wings.

Look On Beauty, And You Shall See 'tis Purchased By The Weight, Which Therein Works A Miracle In Nature, Making Them Lightest That Wear Most Of It.

Travelers Never Did Lie, Though Fools At Home Condemn Them.