And Too Soon Marred Are Those So

Music, Moody Food Of Us That Trade In Love.

Sufferance Is The Badge Of All Our Tribe.

Wise Men Ne'er Sit And Wail Their Woes, But Presently Prevent The Ways To Wail.

Old Fashions Please Me Best; I Am Not So Nice To Change True Rules For Odd Inventions.

Good Words Are Better Than Bad Strokes.