It Was Always Yet The

Time Is The Old Justice That Examines All Such Offenders, And Let Time Try.

Good With Out Evil Is Like Light With Out Darkness Which In Turn Is Like Righteousness Whith Out Hope.

That Strain Again! It Had A Dying Fall: O, It Came O'er My Ear Like The Sweet Sound That Breathes Upon A Bank Of Violets, Stealing And Giving Odour! Enough; No More: 'tis Not So Sweet As It Was Before.

Swift As Shadow, Short As Any Dream

Some Smack Of Age In You, Some Relish Of The Saltness Of Time.