It Is Cruelty In War That Buyeth

The Day Seems Long, But Night Is Odious; No Sleep, But Dreams; No Dreams But Visions Strange.

Fool," Said My Muse To Me. "look In Thy Heart And Write.

There Is Little Hope Of Equity Where Rebellion Reigns.

How Violently Do Rumors Blow The Sails Of Popular Judgments! How Few There Be That Can Discern Between Truth And Truth-likeness, Between Shows And Substance!

Ambition Thinks No Face So Beautiful As That Which Looks From Under A Crown.