When You Depart From Me

The Sight Of Lovers Feedeth Those In Love.

As In A Theatre, The Eyes Of Men, After A Well-graced Actor Leaves The Stage, Are Idly Bent On Him That Enters Next.

For In That Sleep Of Death What Dreams May Come.

A Turn Or Two I'll Walk To Still My Beating Mind.

Love All. Trust A Few. Do Wrong To None. This Above All: To Thine Own Self Be True. No Legacy Is So Rich As Honesty. Brevity Is The Soul Of Wit