All Flowers Will Droop In The Absence

Damn'd Neuters, In Their Middle Way Of Steering, Are Neither Fish, Nor Flesh, Nor Good Red Herring.

If All The World Be Worth Thy Winning. / Think, Oh Think It Worth Enjoying: / Lovely Thaïs Sits Beside Thee, / Take The Good The Gods Provide Thee.

But Shakespeare's Magic Could Not Copied Be; Within That Circle None Durst Walk But He.

Beauty Is Nothing Else But A Just Accord And Mutual Harmony Of The Members, Animated By A Healthful Constitution.

Death In Itself Is Nothing; But We Fear To Be We Know Not What, We Know Not Where.