Wise Men Never Sit And

Sir, In My Heart There Was A Kind Of Fighting That Would Not Let Me Sleep.

Lawless Are They That Make Their Wills Their Law.

Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbl'd Shore, So Do Our Minutes, Hasten To Their End.

Tomorrow, And Tomorrow, And Tomorrow,creeps In This Petty Pace From Day To Day

Conversation Should Be Pleasant Without Scurrility, Witty Without Affectation, Free Without Indecency, Learned Without Conceitedness, Novel Without Falsehood.