A Lazy Frost, A Numbness Of The

Reason Is A Crutch For Age, But Youth Is Strong Enough To Walk Alone.

Love And Time With Reverence Use, Treat Them Like A Parting Friend: Nor The Golden Gifts Refuse Which In Youth Sincere They Send: For Each Year Their Price Is More, And They Less Simple Than Before.

Beware Of The Fury Of The Patient Man.

So Over Violent, Or Over Civil That Every Man With Him Was God Or Devil.

As Poetry Is The Harmony Of Words, So Music Is That Of Notes.