For Love Deceives The Best Of Woman

I Am A Part Of All That I Have Met. Yet, Experience Is An Arch Wherethro Gleams That Untravl'd World Whose Margin Fades Forever And Forever When I Move.

Men Grow Tired Of Sleep, Love, Singing And Dancing Sooner Than Of War.

The Natural Thing, My Lord, Men And Women Joined.

For Never, Never, Wicked Man Was Wise.

The Generation Of Mankind Is Like The Generation Of Leaves. The Wind Scatters The Leaves On The Ground, But The Living Tree Burgeons With Leaves Again In The Spring.