The Old Folk, Time's Doting Chronicles.

Who Can Be Wise, Amazed, Temperate And Furious, Loyal And Neutral, In A Moment? No Man.

Angels Are Bright Still, Though The Brightest Fell. Though All Things Foul Would Wear The Brows Of Grace, Yet Grace Must Still Look So.

Unnatural Deeds Do Breed Unnatural Troubles: Infected Minds To Their Deaf Pillows Will Discharge Their Secrets.

The Apparel Oft Proclaims The Man.

I Heard A Bustling Rumor Like A Fray, And The Wind Blows It From The Capitol.