That Gracious Thing, Made Up Of Tears

Her Lips Were Red, Her Looks Were Free, Her Locks Were Yellow As Gold: Her Skin Was White As Leprosy, The Nightmare Life-in-death Was She, Who Thicks Man's Blood With Cold.

Talk Of The Devil, And His Horns Appear.

Alas! They Had Been Friends In Youth; But Whispering Tongues Can Poison Truth.

What Is An Epigram? A Dwarfish Whole, Its Body Brevity, And Wit Its Soul.

Nothing Can Permanently Please, Which Doesn't Contain In Itself The Reason Why It Is So, And Not Otherwise.