Beware Of The Fury Of The Patient

Thou Strong Seducer, Opportunity!

Such Subtle Covenants Shall Be Made,till Peace It Self Is War In Masquerade.

My Right Eye Itches, Some Good Luck Is Near.

For What Can Power Give More Than Food And Drink, To Live At Ease, And Not Be Bound To Think?

Music Is Inarticulate Poesy.