How Many Fond Fools Serve Mad Jealousy!

The Poet's Eye, In A Fine Frenzy Rolling, Doth Glance From Heaven To Earth, From Earth To Heaven.

I Am Giddy, Expectation Whirls Me Round. The Imaginary Relish Is So Sweet That It Enchants My Sense.

The Prince Of Darkness Is A Gentleman!

Men Judge By The Complexion Of The Sky The State And Inclination Of The Day.

Small Herbs Have Grace, Great Weeds Do Grow Apace.