The Appurtenance Of Welcome Is Fashion And

The Fear's As Bad As Falling.

Beauty Is But A Vain And Doubtful Good; A Shining Gloss That Fadeth Suddenly; A Flower That Dies When It Begins To Bud; A Doubtful Good, A Gloss, A Glass, A Flower, Lost, Faded, Broken, Dead Within An Hour.

Age, I Do Abhor Thee, Youth, I Do Adore Thee.

I Will Be Master Of What Is Mine Own: She Is My Goods, My Chattels; She Is My House, My Household Stuff, My Field, My Barn, My Horse, My Ox, My Ass, My Any Thing.

The Evil That Men Do Lives After Them; The Good Is Oft Interred With Their Bones.