Hereditary Sloth Instructs Me.

Friendship Is Constant In All Other Things, Save In The Office And Affairs Of Love.

Who Riseth From A Feast With That Keen Appetite That He Sits Down?

If Thou Art Rich, Thou Art Poor; For, Like An Ass, Whose Back With Ingots Bows, Thou Bearest Thy Heavy Riches But A Journey, And Death Unloads Thee.

O That My Tongue Were In The Thunder's Mouth! Then With Passion Would I Shake The World.

All Dark And Comfortless.