What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks?

To Climb Steep Hills Requires A Slow Pace At First.

But Fish Not With This Melancholy Bait For This Fool Gudgeon, This Opinion.

For In That Sleep Of Death What Dreams May Come.

Hot Blood Begets Hot Thoughts, And Hot Thoughts Beget Hot Deeds, And Hot Deeds Is Love.

To Sue To Live, I Find I Seek To Die; And, Seeking Death, Find Life: Let It Come On.