So All My Best Is Dressing Old

How Poor Are They That Have Not Patience! What Wound Did Ever Heal But By Degrees?

We Have Seen Better Days.

Keep Up Your Bright Swords, For The Dew Will Rust Them.

No Reckoning Made, But Sent To My Account With All My Imperfections On My Head.

Hot Blood Begets Hot Thoughts, And Hot Thoughts Beget Hot Deeds, And Hot Deeds Is Love.