Against Self-slaughter There Is A

Better Three Hours Too Soon Than A Minute Too Late.

Coal-black Is Better Than Another Hue In That It Scorns To Bear Another Hue; For All The Water In The Ocean Can Never Turn The Swan's Black Legs To White, Although She Lave Them Hourly In The Flood.

In Time We Hate That Which We Often Fear.

Friendship Is Full Of Dregs.

What, All So Soon Asleep! I Wish Mine Eyes Would, With Themselves, Shut Up My Thoughts.