Eat, Drink And Love...the Rest Is Not

So For A Good Old-gentlemanly Vice, I Think I Must Take Up With Avarice.

Talent May Be In Time Forgiven, But Genius Never

Think'st Thou Existence Doth Depend On Time? It Doth; But Actions Are Our Epochs.

I Stood Among Them, But Not Of Them: In A Shroud Of Thoughts Which Were Not Their Thoughts.

So Sweet The Blush Of Bashfulness, E'en Pity Scarce Can Wish It Less!