You Dull Ass Will Not

O Momentary Grace Of Mortal Men, Which We More Hunt For Than The Grace Of God!

A Man Loves The Meat In His Youth That He Cannot Endure In His Age.

An Envious Fever Of Pale And Bloodless Emulation.

How Far That Little Candle Throws Its Beams! So Shines A Good Deed In A Naughty World.

If Ever Thou Shalt Love, In The Sweet Pangs Of It Remember Me; For Such As I Am All True Lovers Are, Unstaid And Skittish In All Motions Else Save In The Constant Image Of The Creature That Is Beloved.