And Blind Oblivion Swallowed Cities

Doubting Things Go Ill Often Hurts More Than To Be Sure They Do; For Certainties Either Are Past Remedies, Or, Timely Knowing, The Remedy Then Born.

My Age Is As A Lusty Winter, Frosty But Kindly.

I Despised My Arrival On This Earth And I Despise My Departure; It Is A Tragedy.

Lay Her I' The Earth: And From Her Fair And Unpolluted Flesh May Violets Spring! I Tell Thee, Churlish Priest, A Ministering Angel Shall My Sister Be, When Thou Liest Howling. Hamlet. What, The Fair Ophelia! Queen Gertrude. Sweets To The Sweet: Farewell!

Our Very Eyes Are Sometimes, Like Our Judgments, Blind.