Farewell The Tranquil Mind! Farewell Content! Farewell

Give Me A Bowl Of Wine, In This I Bury All Unkindness.

All That Glisters Is Not Gold; Often Have You Heard That Told.

A Good Leg Will Fall; A Straight Back Will Stoop; A Black Beard Will Turn White; A Curl'd Pate Will Grow Bald; A Fair Face Will Wither; A Full Eye Will Wax Hollow: But A Good Heart, Kate, Is The Sun And The Moon; Or, Rather, The Sun, And Not The Moon, — For It Shines Bright, And Never Changes, But Keeps His Course Truly.

Thou Art Thy Mother's Glass, And She In Thee Calls Back The Lovely April Of Her Prime...

Sorrow Breaks Seasons And Reposing Hours, Makes The Night Morning, And The Noontide Night.