Nay Then, Let The Devil Wear Black,

Tis In Ourselves That We Are Thus Or Thus. Our Bodies Are Our Gardens To The Which Our Wills Are Gardeners.

Thou Hast Nor Youth Nor Age But As It Were An After Dinner Sleep Dreaming Of Both.

Sometimes When We Are Labeled, When We Are Branded Our Brand Becomes Our Calling.

Take Heed, Dear Heart, Of This Large Privilege; The Hardest Knife Ill-used Doth Lose His Edge.

Unsubstantial Death Is Amorous.