Thou Art Sad; Get Thee A Wife,

Wisely, I Say, I Am A Bachelor.

Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow

Night's Candles Have Burned Out, And Jocund Day Stands Tiptoe On The Misty Mountaintops." Hope Tinged With Melancholy - Like Life.

Time Travels At Different Speeds For Different People. I Can Tell You Who Time Strolls For, Who It Trots For, Who It Gallops For, And Who It Stops Cold For.

Let Never Day Nor Night Unhallowed Pass, But Still Remember What The Lord Hath Done.