Assure Thee, If I Do

Ring The Alarum-bell! Blow, Wind! Come, Wrack! At Least We'll Die With Harness On Our Back.

A Dream Itself Is But A Shadow.

Though I Look Old, Yet I Am Strong And Lusty; For In My Youth I Never Did Apply Hot And Rebellious Liquors In My Blood; And Did Not, With Unbashful Forehead, Woo The Means Of Weakness And Debility: Therefore My Age Is As A Lusty Winter, Frosty But Kindly.

'tis One Thing To Be Tempted, Another Thing To Fall.

And Yet,to Say The Truth, Reason And Love Keep Little Company Together Nowadays.