Yon Grey Lines That Fret The Clouds

I Will Keep Where There Is Wit Stirring, And Leave The Faction Of Fools.

A True Repentance Shuns The Evil Itself, More Than The External Suffering Or The Shame.

He Makes A July's Day Short As December.

The Weakest Goes To The Wall.

Golden Lads And Girls All Must As Chimney Sweepers Come To Dust.