She Shall Scant Show Well That Now

Time Travels In Divers Paces With Divers Persons.

Age, I Do Abhor Thee, Youth, I Do Adore Thee.

When Rich Villains Have Need Of Poor Ones, Poor Ones May Make What Price They Will

Thus We Play The Fool With The Time And The Spirits Of The Wise Sit In The Clouds And Mock Us.

The Moon's An Arrant Thief, And Her Pale Fire She Snatches From The Sun.