There Is Little Choice In A Barrel

I Long To Hear The Story Of Your Life, Which Must Take The Ear Strangely.

A Heavy Heart Bears Not A Nimble Tongue.

Assume A Virtue, If You Have It Not. That Monster, Custom, Who All Sense Doth Eat; Of Habits Devil, Is Angel Yet In This.

To Persist In Doing Wrong Extenuates Not The Wrong, But Makes It Much More Heavy.

Absence From Those We Love Is Self From Self - A Deadly Banishment.