Madness In Great Ones Must Not Unwatched

In Thy Youth Wast As True A Lover, As Ever Sighed Upon A Midnight Pillow

Eternity Was In Our Lips And Eyes.

Make Use Of Time, Let Not Advantage Slip; Beauty Within Itself Should Not Be Wasted: Fair Flowers That Are Not Gather'd In Their Prime Rot And Consume Themselves In Little Time.

Do Not Spread The Compost On The Weeds.

Brevity Is The Soul Of Wit.