A Loud Laugh Bespeaks A Vacant Mind!

No Longer Mourn For Me When I Am Dead Than You Shall Hear The Surly Sullen Bell Give Warning To The World That I Am Fled From This Vile World With Vilest Worms To Dwell: Nay, If You Read This Line, Remember Not The Hand That Writ It, For I Love You So, That I In Your Sweet Thoughts Would Be Forgot, If Thinking On Me Then Should Make You Woe. O! If, I Say, You Look Upon This Verse When I Perhaps Compounded Am With Clay, Do Not So Much As My Poor Name Rehearse; But Let Your Love Even With My Life Decay; Lest The Wise World Should Look Into Your Moan, And Mock You With Me After I Am Gone.

If Our Virtues Did Not Go Forth Of Us, It Were All Alike As If We Had Them Not.

Most Friendship Is Feigning, Most Loving Mere Folly.

What's Done Cannot Be Undone. To Bed, To Bed, To Bed.

One May Smile, And Smile, And Be A Villain.