The Present Eye Praises The Present Object.

Take All The Swift Advantage Of The Hours.

Friendship Is Constant In All Other Things Save In The Office And Affairs Of Love. Therefore All Hearts In Love Use Their Own Tongues. Let Every Eye Negotiate For Itself, And Trust No Agent; For Beauty Is A Witch Against Whose Charms Faith Melteth Into Blood.

A Loud Laugh Bespeaks A Vacant Mind!

There's No More Faith In Thee Than In A Stewed Prune.

Thou Art Thy Mother's Glass, And She In Thee Calls Back The Lovely April Of Her Prime...