Every Offense Is Not A Hate At

When We Are Born We Cry That We Are Come To This Great Stage Of Fools.

When Clouds Are Seen Wise Men Put On Their Cloaks; When Great Leaves Fall Then Winter Is At Hand.

A Blind Man Can't Forget The Eyesight He Lost, Show Me Any Beautiful Girl. How Can Her Beauty Not Remind Me Of The One Whose Beauty Surpasses Hers?

Against Self-slaughter There Is A Prohibition So Divine That Cravens My Weak Hand.

All His Successors Gone Before Him Have Done 't; And All His Ancestors That Come After Him May.