In Time We Hate That Which We

So Well Thy Words Become Thee As Thy Wounds.

Omission To Do What Is Necessary Seals A Commission To A Blank Of Danger; And Danger, Like An Ague, Subtly Taints Even Then When We Sit Idly In The Sun.

And Ruin`d Love When It Is Built Anew, Grows Fairer Than At First, More Strong, Far Greater

My Business Was Great, And In Such A Case As Mine A Man May Strain Courtesy.

Princes Have But Their Titles For Their Glories, An Outward Honor For An Inward Toil; And, For Unfelt Imaginations, They Often Feel A World Of Restless Cares.