Good Night, Good Night! Parting Is Such

Glory Is Like A Circle In The Water, Which Never Ceaseth To Enlarge Itself, Till, By Broad Spreading, It Disperse To Naught.

Dissembling Harlot, Thou Art False In All!

Men Should Be What They Seem.

Because It Is A Customary Cross, As Die To Love As Thoughts, And Dreams, And Sighs, Wishes, And Tears, Poor Fancy's Followers.

Truth Needs No Color; Beauty, No Pencil.