Sweets Grown Common Lose Their

Words Pay No Debts, Give Her Deeds.

All Things That We Ordained Festival Turn From Their Office To Black Funeral-- Our Instruments To Melancholy Bells, Our Wedding Cheer To A Sad Burial Feast; Our Solemn Hymns To Sullen Dirges Change; Our Bridal Flowers Serve For A Buried Corse; And All Things Change Them To The Contrary.

How Art Thou Out Of Breath When Thou Hast Breath To Say To Me That Thou Art Out Of Breath?

Hanging And Wiving Goes By Destiny.

Things Without All Remedy Should Be Without Regard: What's Done Is Done.