But Men Are Men; The Best Sometimes

We Will Draw The Curtain And Show You The Picture.

The Seasons Change Their Manners, As The Year Had Found Some Months Asleep And Leapt Them Over.

Vice Repeated Is Like The Wandering Wind, Blows Dust In Others' Eyes To Spread Itself.

O Sleep! O Gentle Sleep! Nature's Soft Nurse.

Let Life Be Short, Else Shame Will Be Too Long.