My Salad Days, When I Was Green

The Purest Treasure Mortal Times Can Afford Is A Spotless Reputation.

My Love Is As A Fever, Longing Still.

Because I Cannot Flatter And Look Fair, Smile In Men's Faces, Smooth, Deceive, And Cog, Duck With French Nods And Apish Courtesy, I Must Be Held A Rancorous Enemy.

Time Travels At Different Speeds For Different People. I Can Tell You Who Time Strolls For, Who It Trots For, Who It Gallops For, And Who It Stops Cold For.

Fools Are Not Mad Folks.