The Noiseless Foot Of Tune Steals Swiftly

Here We All Live In A State Of Ambitious Poverty.

Nature, In Giving Tears To Man, Confessed That He Had A Tender Heart; This Is Our Noblest Quality.

The Short Bloom Of Our Brief And Narrow Life Flies Fast Away. While We Are Calling For Flowers And Wine And Women, Old Age Is Upon Us.

Writing In The Incurable Itch That Possesses Many.

To Lay Down One's Life For The Truth.