Here Was A Caesar! When Comes Such

Though I Look Old, Yet I Am Strong And Lusty; For In My Youth I Never Did Apply Hot And Rebellious Liquors In My Blood; And Did Not, With Unbashful Forehead, Woo The Means Of Weakness And Debility: Therefore My Age Is As A Lusty Winter, Frosty But Kindly.

Evermore Thanks, The Exchequer Of The Poor

Or Are You Like The Painting Of A Sorrow, A Face Without A Heart?

But Men Are Men; The Best Sometimes Forget.

Doubt Is A Thief That Often Makes Us Fear To Tread Where We Might Have Won.