Know More Than Other. Work More Than

The Little Dogs And All, Tray, Blanch, And Sweetheart-see, They Bark At Me.

Sometimes We Are Devils To Ourselves When We Will Tempt The Frailty Of Our Powers, Presuming On Their Changeful Potency.

Wrong Hath But Wrong, And Blame The Due Of Blame.

O Sir, You Are Old; Nature In You Stands On The Very Verge Of Her Confine; You Should Be Ruled And Led By Some Discretion, That Discerns Your Fate Better Than You Yourself.

The Prince Of Darkness Is A Gentleman!