No Legacy Is So Rich

There's A Time For All Things.

Opinion's But A Fool, That Makes Us Scan The Outward Habit By The Inward Man.

These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends And In Their Triump Die, Like Fire And Powder Which, As They Kiss, Consume

I Had Rather Chop This Hand Off At A Blow, And With The Other Fling It At Thy Face.

I Cannot But Remember Such Things Were That Were Most Precious To Me.