He Who Would Be Singular

Promises May Get Friends, But It Is Performance That Must Nurse And Keep Them.

A Sentence Well Couched Takes Both The Sense And Understanding. I Love Not Those Cart-rope Speeches That Are Longer Than The Memory Of Man Can Fathom.

When I But Hear Her Sing, I Fare Like One That Raised, Holds His Ear To Some Bright Star In The Supremest Round; Through Which, Besides The Light That's Seen There May Be Heard, From Heaven Within, The Rests Of Anthems, That The Angels Sound.

Shall I Speak Truly What I Now See Below? The World Is All A Carkass, Smoak And Vanity, The Shadow Of A Shadow, A Play And In One Word, Just Nothing.

We Pick Our Own Sorrows Out Of The Joys Of Other Men, And From Their Sorrows Likewise We Derive Our Joys.