And What’s He Then That Says I

I Have Seen Roses Damask'd, Red And White, But No Such Roses See I In Her Cheeks.

Some Men Never Seem To Grow Old. Always Active In Thought, Always Ready To Adopt New Ideas, They Are Never Chargeable With Foggyism. Satisfied, Yet Ever Dissatisfied, Settled, Yet Ever Unsettled, They Always Enjoy The Best Of What Is, Are The First To Find The Best Of What Will Be.

The Bitter Past, More Welcome Is The Sweet.

O Death, Made Proud With Pure And Princely Beauty!

Men Judge By The Complexion Of The Sky The State And Inclination Of The Day.