The Rarer Action Is In

If The Skin Were Parchment And The Blows You Gave Were Ink, Your Own Handwriting Would Tell You What I Think.

Why, What's The Matter, That You Have Such A February Face, So Full Of Frost, Of Storm And Cloudiness?

Th Abuse Of Greatness Is When It Disjoins Remorse From Power.

Falsehood Falsehood Cures

Inconstancy Falls Off Ere It Begins.