If Life Had A Second Edition, How

The Present Is The Funeral Of The Past, And Man The Living Sepulchre Of Life.

I Was Byron And Shakespeare Formerly.

He Could Not Die When The Trees Were Green, For He Loved The Time Too Well.

Throw Not My Words Away, As Many Do;they're Gold In Value, Though They're Cheap To You.

And What Is Life? - An Hour-glass On The Run