So All My Best Is Dressing Old

The Third Day Comes A Frost, A Killing Frost.

And Do As Adversaries Do In Law, Strive Mightily, But Eat And Drink As Friends.

Should The Poor Be Flattered? No; Let The Candied Tongue Lick Absurd Pomp, And Crook The Pregnant Hinges Of The Knee Where Thrift May Follow Fawning.

Angels And Ministers Of Grace Defend Us! Be Thou A Spirit Of Health, Or Goblin Damn'd, Bring With Thee Airs From Heaven, Or Blasts From Hell, Be Thy Intents Wicked, Or Charitable, Thou Com'st In Such A Questionable Shape, That I Will Speak To Thee.

Ideas Are The Very Coinage Of Your Brain.