So Wise So Young, They Say, Do

Delay Leads Impotent And Snail-paced Beggary.

When Once Our Grace We Have Forgot, Nothing Goes Right.

If People Knew How Much I Hated Them, They'd Love Me For Holding It In.

It Is The Witness Still Of Excellency To Put A Strange Face On His Own Perfection.

Come Now, What Masques, What Dances Shall We Have To Wear Away This Long Age Of Three Hours Between Our After-supper And Bedtime?