Dancing Is The Poetry Of

To Die For Faction Is A Common Evil, But To Be Hanged For Nonsense Is The Devil.

Tomorrow Do Thy Worst, For I Have Lived Today: Be Fair Or Foul Or Rain Or Shine, The Joys I Have Possessed In Spite Of Fate Are Mine. Not Heaven Itself Upon The Past Has Power; But What Has Been Has Been, And I Have Had My Hour.

Old Age Creeps On Us Ere We Think It Nigh.

I Never Saw Any Good That Came Of Telling Truth.

But Shakespeare's Magic Could Not Copied Be; Within That Circle None Durst Walk But He.