Youth To Itself Rebels, Though None Else

If There Be Devils, Would I Were A Devil, To Live And Burn In Everlasting Fire, So I Might Have Your Company In Hell, But To Torment You With My Bitter Tongue!

Come Not Between The Dragon And His Wrath.

I Am Declined Into The Vale Of Years.

Now All The Youth Of England Are On Fire, And Silken Dalliance In The Wardrobe Lies; Now Thrive The Armorers, And Honor's Thought Reigns Solely In The Breast Of Every Man.

Absence From Those We Love Is Self From Self - A Deadly Banishment.