To Die Is Landing On Some Distant

Love Either Finds Equality Or Makes It.

He Who Trusts Secrets To A Servant Makes Him His Master

Kings Fight For Empires, Madmen For Applause.

What Judgment I Had Increases Rather Than Diminishes; And Thoughts, Such As They Are, Come Crowding In So Fast Upon Me, That My Only Difficulty Is To Choose Or Reject; To Run Them Into Verse Or To Give Them The Other Harmony Of Prose.

She, Though In Full-blown Flower Of Glorious Beauty, Grows Cold Even In The Summer Of Her Age.