A Violet In The Youth Of Primy

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

Good Night, Good Night! Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow, That I Shall Say Good Night Till It Be Morrow.

My Dull Brain Was Wrought With Things Forgotten.

This We Prescribe, Though No Physician; Deep Malice Makes Too Deep Incision; Forget, Forgive; Conclude And Be Agreed; Our Doctors Say This Is No Month To Bleed.

Fools Are As Like Husbands As Pilchards Are To Herrings, The Husband's The Bigger.