For I Am Nothing If

O Sir, You Are Old; Nature In You Stands On The Very Verge Of Her Confine; You Should Be Ruled And Led By Some Discretion, That Discerns Your Fate Better Than You Yourself.

Love's Fire Heats Water, Water Cools Not Love.

Thrust Your Head Into The Public Street, To Gaze On Christian Fools With Varnish'd Faces.

Eternity Was In Our Lips And Eyes.

Take All The Swift Advantage Of The Hours.