Is Not The Truth The Truth?

Then Is It Sin To Rush Into The Secret House Of Death. Ere Death Dare Come To Us?

He Reads Much; He Is A Great Observer And He Looks Quite Through The Deeds Of Men: He Loves No Plays, As Thou Dost, Antony; He Hears No Music; Seldom He Smiles, And Smiles In Such A Sort As If He Mock'd Himself And Scorn'd His Spirit That Could Be Moved To Smile At Any Thing. Such Men As He Be Never At Heart's Ease Whiles They Behold A Greater Than Themselves, And Therefore Are They Very Dangerous.

Wisdom And Fortune Combating Together, If That The Former Dare But What It Can, No Chance May Shake It.

Many Can Brook The Weather That Love Not The Wind.

Music, Moody Food Of Us That Trade In Love.