I Am So Changeable, Being

Life Is Too Short For Chess.

Think'st Thou Existence Doth Depend On Time? It Doth; But Actions Are Our Epochs.

Which Cheers The Sad, Revives The Old, Inspires The Young, Makes Weariness Forget His Toil, And Fear Her Danger; Opens A New World When This, The Present, Palls.

In Commitment, We Dash The Hopes Of A Thousand Potential Selves.

Romances Paint At Full Length People's Wooing. But Only Give A Bust Of Marriages.