The Sudden Hand Of Death Close Up

There Was Never Yet Philosopher That Could Endure The Toothache Patiently

Thou Art Sad; Get Thee A Wife, Get Thee A Wife!

It's Easy For Someone To Joke About Scars If They've Never Been Cut.

To Set A Gloss On Faint Deeds, Hollow Welcomes, Recanting Goodness, Sorry Ere 'tis Shown; But Where There Is True Friendship, There Needs None.

But As The Unthought-on Accident Is Guilty To What We Wildly Do, So We Profess Ourselves To Be The Slaves Of Chance, And Flies Of Every Wind That Blows.