I Shall Laugh Myself To Death At

Happy Thou Art Not; For What Thou Hast Not, Still Thou Strivest To Get; And What Thou Hast, Forgettest.

I Have Heard It Said There Is An Art Which In Their Piedness Shares With Great Creating Nature.

Better A Little Chiding Than A Great Deal Of Heartbreak.

Well, I'll Repent, And That Suddenly, While I Am In Some Liking; I Shall Be Out Of Heart Shortly, And Then I Shall Have No Strength To Repent.

Death, A Necessary End, Will Come When It Will Come