It Merely Shews, After All, That Affection

Hope Is Love's Happiness, But Not Its Life.

Though Fortune's Wheel Is Generally On The Turn, Sometimes When It Gets Into The Mud, It Sticks There.

Eyes That Droop Like Summer Flowers.

Are We Not Like The Actor Of Old Times, Who Wore His Mask So Long His Face Took Its Likeness?

Doubts, Like Facts, Are Stubborn Things.