Your Wisdom Is Consum'd In

We See Which Way The Stream Of Time Doth Run.

The Gloomy Shade Of Death.

If People Knew How Much I Hated Them, They'd Love Me For Holding It In.

When The Mind's Free, The Body's Delicate.

Love Surfeits Not, Lust Like A Glutton Dies; Love Is All Truth, Lust Full Of Forged Lies