Time ... Thou Ceaseless Lackey To Eternity.

A Grandma's Name Is Little Less In Love Than Is The Doting Title Of A Mother.

There's No Art To Find The Mind's Construction In The Face.

If To Do Were As Easy As To Know What Were Good To Do, Chapels Had Been Churches, And Poor Men's Cottage Princes' Palaces.

That Thou Art Blamed Shall Not Be Thy Defect, For Slander's Mark Was Ever Yet The Fair; The Ornament Of Beauty Is Suspect, A Crow That Flies In Heaven's Sweetest Air.

Love Is Familiar. Love Is A Devil. There Is No Evil Angel But Love." -