This Is To Be Along; This, This

Shakespeare's Name, You May Depend On It, Stands Absurdly Too High And Will Go Down.

Time Strips Our Illusions Of Their Hue, And One By One In Turn, Some Grand Mistake Casts Off Its Bright Skin Yearly Like The Snake.

I Awoke One Day To Find Myself Famous.

The Fact Is That My Wife If She Had Common Sense Would Have More Power Over Me Than Any Other Whatsoever, For My Heart Always Alights Upon The Nearest Perch.

Who Falls From All He Knows Of Bliss, Cares Little Into What Abyss.