Death Is A Fearful Thing.

Company, Villainous Company, Hath Been The Spoil Of Me.

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.

Love Is Begun By Time And Time Qualifies The Spark And Fire Of It.

Educated Men Are So Impressive.

We Make Ourselves Fools To Disport Ourselves And Spend Our Flatteries To Drink Those Men Upon Whose Age We Void It Up Again With Poisonous Spite And Envy.