I See That The Fashion Wears Out

[s]ince Brevity Is The Soul Of Wit, And Tediousness The Limbs And Outward Flourishes, I Will Be Brief.

Be Like You Thought Our Love Would Last Too Long, If It Were Chain'd Together

There Is Plenty Of Time To Sleep In The Grave

For Oaths Are Straws, Men's Faiths Are Wafer-cakes, And Hold-fast Is The Only Dog.

Being Holiday, The Beggar's Shop Is Shut.