A Golden Mind Stoops Not To Shows

Oh What Fools We Mortals Are.

What Should We Speak Of When We Are Old As You? When We Shall Hear The Rain And Wind Beat Dark December? How, In This Our Pinching Cave, Shall We Discourse The Freezing Hours Away?

Cease To Lament For That Thou Canst Not Help; And Study Help For That Which Thou Lamentest.

While He Was Drunk Asleep, Or In His Rage, Or In The Incestuous Pleasure Of His Bed.

The Sight Of Lovers Feedeth Those In Love.