This Liberty Is All That

There Is Plenty Of Time To Sleep In The Grave

These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends And In Their Triumph Die, Like Fire And Powder, Which As They Kiss Consume. The Sweetest Honey Is Loathsome In His Own Deliciousness And In The Taste Confounds The Appetite. Therefore Love Moderately; Long Love Doth So; Too Swift Arrives As Tardy As Too Slow.

It Is The Purpose That Makes Strong The Vow; But Vows To Every Purpose Must Not Hold.

O, Reason Not The Need!

I Wish You All The Joy That You Can Wish.