In Delay There Lies No Plenty.

More Of Your Conversation Would Infect My Brain.

How Art Thou Out Of Breath When Thou Hast Breath To Say To Me That Thou Art Out Of Breath?

But Men Are Men; The Best Sometimes Forget.

Sometimes We Are Devils To Ourselves When We Will Tempt The Frailty Of Our Powers, Presuming On Their Changeful Potency.

I Am Too Old To Fawn Upon A Nurse, Too Far In Years To Be A Pupil Now.